To my dear mom...............

It was the most beautiful evening of my life....
Adorned with a beautiful sleet, and sun about to set, i found it the best time to have a trot.
I took a walk from my hostel to a nearby church. I use to visit that church before every exam, but that was not the reason why i wanted to be there.
Memories rushed into my mind,...My brain would have had a difficult time, visually inerpreting those scenes and simultaneously keep me walking safely along the road..

It was the eve of my b'day....Inspite of being happy for the day's celebrations or the enthusiasm awaiting me at hostel, my mind was filled with a tempest of obligation...
To whom?....Why?...Well...the answer will b on its way...

I was born on 6th April 1989..My oldest memory of having a b'day celebration, was my mom wishing me, with a bouquet of flowers made from the best of them in our garden.Just before cutting the cakes, my mom would say grace, followed by my dad..I used to feel the boundless joy of the day, and it always made me feel that i was special...I never had a b'day celeb @ school. It was always summer break during April-May...While other students escaped from punishments on their b'days, i never had one.

But things were entirely different at college...
First one to greet me will be ANNA (name changed), and my dad is the person who always hand over her greeting card. At exactly 12'o clock, my mobile phone begins to beep as wishes keep rusing in. Few of them call me, sometimes in groups, sometimes alone, and i use to have a feel like hero of the day.

Once my b'day hapened to be on the last day of our annual tour. We had it in our usual college style. I got few kicks, and one of the girls was interested to give a slap on my face, as she hesitated to kick my butt....

At hostel, it was a different deal. I haven't had any experiences of being tortured; i thank my good luck. But i remember once being stripped and was stained with the famous fabric whitener, UJALA....And none of the celebrations would be complete without a photo session. I was not timid during the session, but was fearful that i may have to strip down even the last piece of cloth, which would take me to my birth suit. I still laugh at those photos, as i resembled an X-men character.

It rained quite unexpected, but in a different style as projected by the rain clouds......So was my birth.

I am the second child in my family. My dad is O+ve but mom is O-ve. Besides the shortage for blood during mom's first delivery, the blood group offered some other complication factors for her second delivery too. There were correction measures available and my mom followed it. I remember learning such a situation in my 10 th class Biology, but can't remember the term...
First few months of her gestation were alright. I don't know whether it was her ill health or the routine check up which made the doctor notice abnormalities in the embryonic growth. The growth of such an embryo could be fatal and even may lead to the death of my mom or infant...I remember my dad mentioning about the severe itching she used to have during her second pregnancy....

Anyway, the situation faced by her doctor was a -"do or die". She suggested a 'D & C' ( i don't know whether the term is correct. I got it from my mom. It means an abortion).
She didn't even let the doctor to finish her conversation and jumped up with a NO. The doctor was in such a great pressure, that she had to rebuke my mom many times for thinking so. Still my mother pleaded to carry on. But doctor was stern on her stand. Finally mom begged for a mercy chance. The Doctor agreed, and told that it was a fifty-fifty chance for the child, and mom. While she held her hands with doctor's there was a rosary in between them.....Infact that was her only refuge. As days went by, her health was getting worser and worser. She was hospitalized......

One day, quite unexpectedly, she showed signs of delivery, and all of them had a busy time, finding someone to bleed O-ve blood. In the midst of all these pandemonium, i was born. While usual children had a weight around 2.6 to 2.8, i had a birth weight of 3.4 kg. I had a fair complexion, and was called as "B-Complex baby" among doctors. I dont know about the scientific grounds behind such a nomenclature...People from other wards paid a visit to have a look at the B-complex baby. And when my mom was brought back from the post operative ward the doctor admired my mom's courage and sacrifice. She even admired the power of rosary and her faith.....

I hope this is the best day for its rememberance. I thank my mom's mercy, without which i would'nt have been in this world.....
I understand the greatness of the word- MOTHER....
I express my tribute to all moms who suffered a lot for their children....
I pray for all infant souls, who were meant to be born on my b'day......
I pray for all those misfortunate mother's who lost their children....
I pray for my own mom..You are my light, my life.....

On this Mother's day,
To mom....From your beloved son.....