One morning, Abhira Sharma woke up to find herself naked with clothes scattered on the floor and kiss marks on several parts of her body. She had no memory and no idea with whom she had spent a passionate night. The incident led to her being evicted...
The spoon I was holding fell on the floor. Mom, who was fixing my clothes, rushed over to the nurse. She touched both her arms, shaking her body as she asked to confirm the truth of the news, "Is it true what you said? It might not be my grandkid. Take us there right now."
With a plain look on her face, and with trembling hands and knees, she said, "I'm sorry ma'am but this news is true. Come with me to the baby's room."
I sat in silence and couldn't say anything else. I felt like something was stabbing me and I felt pain and sadness in my heart. My mind tried to recall when two nurses showed me my twins, in front of me. There was nothing wrong with them, so what happened?
Suddenly, I stood up without realising that stitches in my vagina are still fresh and wet. I winced in pain untill my eyes filled with tears,"Mom."
The nurse and mom rushed me to the bed and asked me to lie down for a while untill the pain went away.
However, the pain in my vagina was nothing compared to the pain in my heart for losing the child I had just given birth to. My life during this time was indeed a lot different from the life I lived when I was still living in the mansion and received a living allowance from my grandma every month, and I worked at Sharma Company as my grandma's assistant so I never deprived.
But, after we were kicked out of the mansion my life changed by one hundred and eighty degree and I had to struggle hard to make ends met for the two of us. Even though we were lucky enough not to have to pay for expensive apartment rent. However, the heavy burden of life didn't mean that I didn't want my baby twins.
I could raise them even without a husband, and that mean I had to work extra hard. But why did one of them leave me forever? What was the meaning of all this?
"Miss, what exactly happened to my grandchildren? Which one of my grandchildren died?" Mom asked as she touched the nurse's hand. I just lay quietly on my bed, lamenting on my fate.
If possible, I wanted one of my baby twins back alive, even though I knew it was impossible. Why did she leave me before I could hug her? Why did life treat me so cruelly?
"The doctor is examining her. And regarding your second question, it was your granddaughter who died, I'm so sorry." The nurse replied.
Mom stood next to me. "Abhira, are you feeling better? If not, let me go to the baby's room and find out about this."
"Help me up, mom. Let's go to the baby's room. I want to see my baby." I replied.
Then, the nurse and mom helped me up. After that, we went straight to the baby room at the end of the hall. I saw several nurses coming in and out of baby room while carrying something. Their faces looked panicked.
"Ouch." I grimaced in pain again as I tried to walk faster.
"Teke it slower or before you get there, you might not walk anymore if you push yourself. Hold my hand tighter, we will be there soon." Mom said.
With much struggle, we finally reached to the baby room. "Mom I'm going inside, now."
I pushed the door of the baby room and I frantically walked past several nurses, ignoring their presence. I just wanted to see my babies right away. There were cribs with my name on it. With trembling hands, I held and reach each name of sign hanging in front of the cribs.
I finally found them. God's gift to me. My first baby was wearing a blue blanket, while the other was wearing a pink one.
With my face with tears, I saw with my own eyes that one of my two babies wasn't moving. Her face was pale. She was wearing a pink blanket.
No! Why did it have to be my baby? Why did I have to feel this loss?
My hands covered my face as I fell to the floor. I mourned the loss of my little angel. I hadn't even kissed her yet and she was already gone before us.
I faintly heard my mom and few other people approaching. They knelt in front of me, then mom hugged me as she cried so hard that I could feel her body trembling.
After a while she stopped crying and said, "Abhira, doctor said that your daughter died from lack of oxygen. The hospital promised to investigate this case. We will get through this together. Now stand up and it's time for you to breastfeed. Your son needs you."
Mom was right. I couldn't continue to drown in my sorrow because I had to fight and take care of my baby boy. He need me. But, I will never forget you, my daughter. I have reserved a special place in my heart that anything can never replace.
Three days layer, my two best friends, Shivansh and Nistha, came to visit me at the hospital. They helped mom to take care of my discharge. Everything was done, the five of us headed to Mandawa public cemetery. Shivansh had reserved a plot of land where my baby girl's funeral rites would be held, who hadn't even been named yet. I finally named her Mahira Sharma, while her baby brother was named Abhimaan Sharma.
The taxi I took with my mom stop right in front of the cemetery doors. Mom carried the sleeping Abhimaan, while I carried Mahira's stiff body.
Shivansh arranged all the things required for Mahira's funeral rites. I laid Mahira on stack of logs and covered her with white cloth. Then, I do all the rituals required for funeral rites and at last said goodbye to my little angel, with tears in my eyes.
Mom and Nistha hugged me from behind. After it was all over we walked back to the car.
"Abhira, don't worry Mom will visist you often. I love you."
Six years later
"Mom, wake up or you will be late for work." Abhimaan said from behind the door.
"Yeah." I replied as I turned off the alarm that kept ringing.
I opened my eyes slowly, trying to adjust my vision to the morning sunlight, coming through the crack in the wall.
I hurriedly got up and sat on the edge of the bed, while checking my emails and messaged on my phone.
"What a shitty Monday." I muttered, as Monday was the busiest day at the office where I worked with the myriad of work that was manager delegated to each of his men.
"Mom." Abhimaan exclaimed from behind the door.
"Yeah, I will be out in a few minutes." I replied.
Long story short, after finishing breakfast, Abhimaan hurriedly to get on the school bus, while I had to get to the office before it was too late.
"Mom, I'm leaving now." I called from the apartment entrance.
"Yes, have a nice day." She said from the kitchen.
"You too."
Luckily, I got a taxi on a busy morning. In less than, twenty minutes I arrived at the office and was in a queue to punch in.
And just as I walked into my office, put down on my bag. And was about to sit on the chair, Mushkan, my manager's assistant, knocked on my door.
"Come in." I answered.
"Abhira, Mr. Bansal was requested that all employees gathered in the meeting room. It's important." Mushkan said.
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