The Cry

The light bulb flickered over his head. He looked around, people with saddened face, with hardly any expressions, seemed like they have frozen in time. He felt its just him, every second he sat there was like ages. He was falling apart by the minute. The voices, the cries running over and over his head were breaking him down. He could barely take it anymore. He felt a hand on his shoulders, he shrugged and stood up. He knew nobody would understand what he’s going through. He took a few steps, he was biting his fingers. Something crept over his mind; he looked at his fingers...

It was Ind vs Aus match. He was watching it with Archana. She was sitting on the other end of the couch, busy reading a magazine. Last over, 8 runs from 4 balls to win. He started biting his nails. “Stop that. You do that everytime you are tensed. You know what you look like when you are biting your nails? Monkey… thats what you look like” She crawled towards him. “My cute monkey” Holding his face, she kissed him and cuddled in his arms.

He still stood there staring at his fingers. He felt her touch, her kiss. The cry, the cries of pain brought him back to reality. He made a desperate attempt to hold on to something that wasn’t real, something that was fading away. It took him a while to realize she wasn’t there holding him. He was losing his mind. He heard someone call him. He turned around, a woman dressed in white, “Mr.Anand” gesturing what seemed like you should go in.

He felt something rushing up his spine and hitting the brain. Everything blurred. He staggered his way to the room. He was scared and his heart pounding like a race horse. He entered the room. She was laid in the bed. He knelt beside the bed. Held her hand, she broke a feeble smile. Not a word he spoke, his tears said it all...

“Mr.Anand you have a baby boy”