Life, my way

Keeping it simple !

Author: Dishki (Page 2 of 24)

Once more! #AtoZChallenge

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Conference Room, 2:00 p.m.

Natasha is a not a big fan of post lunch meeting sessions. A happily fed person needs a little nudge to fall asleep and the sales figures and budgeting numbers were putting her to sleep. When suddenly, she sat up straight as a rush of adrenaline ran through her body.

‘Ah, how much gas can a body produce and I have not even had coffee since morning. I feeling a balloon already and still 4 months left. Funny that doctors call it fluttering. What is fluttering? I should be feeling butterflies in my stomach and all I feel is gas.’ thought Natasha.

‘Ouch, I hate cramping. It hurts. One too many butterflies fluttering in my belly today!’, Natasha continued thinking.

‘So, we have the sales from last quarter in this slide…’, her boss was explaining when she felt another pinching pain.

‘What is wrong today?’ wondered Natasha, and just then she realized something. This was not pain. It was her child kicking. Her child was awake and kicking in her womb and she felt it for the first time. First kicks!

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How long she had waited for this moment to feel the first signs of her child playing. The surge of emotions took her by surprise and she exclaimed aloud,’Wow!’

‘Are you alright Natasha?’, asked her boss.

‘Nothing’ replied Natasha and she felt her child kick more prominently.

‘It can be a figment of my imagination. But, every time my boss talks about numbers my kid is kicking more. I might be giving birth to a mathematician’,murmured Natasha.

The whole meeting went in a jiffy with Natasha trying to concentrate between the presentation and the baby kicks. She could not wait to reach home and share the wonderful news with Ananth and feel the baby kick once more.

——-To be contd.——–

I am participating in #AtoZChallenge and this is the thirteenth part of the series that I will be writing this month. You can read my theme reveal here. Tune in tomorrow to read what future holds for them.

Do share your thoughts about this post. Did you like what you read & would like to read further? Looking forward to your thoughts. Happy A2Zing!

Never again! #AtoZChallenge

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‘Never again Ananth. I had enough of it.’, yelled Natasha.

‘But honey, its for your own good. You need the classes to be prepared.’, said Ananth trying to convince Natasha to attend the prenatal classes.

‘Ananth, you are aware that I am not wired for so much patience and even our mothers gave birth without attending any classes.’, replied Natasha.

‘But…’

‘Not another word Ananth.’

‘Okay, what if I will come with you for the classes. Why should you go alone?’, replied Ananth.

It was thus decided that Ananth would accompany Natasha for the next class before she stops going altogether. The next Wednesday Ananth dutifully reported for the class where he found Natasha smirking. There were ten couples attending the class with them.

‘Hello all, today we will be talking about the birthing process.’, announced the trainer as each couple looked around nervously.

The next thirty minutes were the longest Ananth had ever spent as he tried to shut out the world around him and to stop listening to what the trainer was speaking. The detailed instructions about the pelvic floor and the birthing video were scary for him and he had decided he would never force Natasha again!

‘Who ever came up with the idea to invent these classes? Why would you force 10 pregnant women together in a single room with only one loo? And, why invite husbands to attend it? I would have been happier without knowing it all.’ spoke Ananth in a single breath.

Natasha did not reply and gave him a I-already-told-you-so look.

Ananth continued,’ And what is up with her telling every five minutes about not panicking. The situations demands panicking. I will have to learn few relaxations techniques myself to calm myself if I have to accompany you in the labor room.’

‘Do they realize that birthing plans are the most absurd things. Who would want to write that I plan to suffer in pain and have maximum contractions. No body wants it. We all plan for two minutes birth with zero degree of pain.’, spoke Natasha breaking her silence.

‘Now you understand what I was saying earlier about not wanting to attend the class. I do not want to discuss my feelings with random strangers. I am never coming back.’, said Natasha firmly.

This discussion of wanting and not wanting to attend the classes continued till the next week when they again attended the session. They both had their inhibitions and shared jokes about the classes. But, in reality they were both thankful to get the understanding and find people like them with whom they could easily connect. The never again saga was soon buried away.

——-To be contd.——–

I am participating in #AtoZChallenge and this is the twelfth part of the series that I will be writing this month. You can read my theme reveal here. Tune in tomorrow to read what future holds for them.

Do share your thoughts about this post. Did you like what you read & would like to read further? Looking forward to your thoughts. Happy A2Zing!

Love comes in all forms! #AtoZChallenge

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‘Ananth, don’t be a kid and stop fooling around. You are not going with me.’,chided Natasha.

‘Nats, I am already missing out so much. You can’t say no every time. I have not heard the heartbeat since so long’, replied Ananth with puppy eyes.

‘It’s just a normal routine checkup and Maa is going with me. I will record the heartbeat for you.You still need to rest at least on weekends.’, said Natasha.

This was a normal routine in Natasha’s household since last two months. Ananth’s movement was still restricted because of his surgery and he always complained about not being able to accompany Natasha for her doctor’s visit. He was trying all he could to help her with the pregnancy. She is almost half way through her pregnancy and there are numerous incidents that she could recall.

Just last week she was craving for her favorite ice cream late night and crying because she could not go out to eat it.Blame her hormones,but she was angry at Ananth for not being able to drive and take her out. Ananth very calmly ordered a home delivery for her ice cream.

Another day she was being very forgetful and was trying to open the car with her home keys. After trying for minutes she turned around to find Ananth coming with the original keys. Once when she wanted to bake a cake at home with zero ingredients available and he made a cake out of Dhokla mixture. It might not have tasted like a chocolate cake but it’s the best she ever had.

She cannot even forget the time when she had forgotten to turn off the gas stove while leaving for work in the morning. When she had returned in the evening, the house smelled of gas. She had never seen him so furious. He might not speak but she understood his concern even when he was angry.

All these incidents might look small to others, but every effort counts. It made her fall in love all over again with Ananth. It’s rightly said that love comes in all forms, silence and words alike.

——-To be contd.——–

I am participating in #AtoZChallenge and this is the eleventh part of the series that I will be writing this month. You can read my theme reveal here. Tune in tomorrow to read what future holds for them.

Do share your thoughts about this post. Did you like what you read & would like to read further? Looking forward to your thoughts. Happy A2Zing!

 

My fault?

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I am a child who loves to go to school and play with her friends. I am the one who waits for her daddy to come home and pamper me. I am a happy child trying to enjoy my childhood.

I am a young girl trying to complete my education. I am trying to learn as much as I can. I had to fight at home to take admission in university.

I am a women trying to be independent. I am doing my best to get the recognition that I deserve. I am investing same hours at work as any other person would.

I am a mother living for her child. I live to hold them, love them, cuddle them. I spend my days and nights worrying about my child. Watching them grow brings me all the joy I need.

I am a grandmother who loves to spoil her grandkids. I knit sweaters for thwm and feed them all delicacies I can. I wait for their phone calls and summer vacations.

I am not creating a havoc in your life. I am living a simple life to fulfill my needs and desires. Then why, every second of the day, one amongst many like me is tortured, raped and killed! Did I do you any harm? Is it my fault that I exist? I am even killed before I take birth. Why do I suffer? What is my fault?

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This is a break from my original posts, but I could not stop myself from penning down my thoughts. Enough is enough. I have to raise a voice now and hope you will too.

Keep it simple! #AtoZChallenge

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After weeks of hassle, things were now looking up. Natasha’s parents were staying with them for time being. She was nearing the end of her first trimester and already planning how she would be spending her maternity break.

One moment she can be elated and in the next moment she would be bawling her eyes out over the events of last month. As it is, she suffered enough mood swings without being pregnant and now she was a walking pile of emotions. She would start crying at advertisements or start smiling at small things like getting an ice cream. And, she was told this is just the beginning!

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She had not disclosed about her pregnancy in office and was still contemplating the future. To say or not to say summed up her daily struggle. She did not look pregnant but still she felt pregnant. She was unsure of how her colleagues would react. Her friends at work would be pretty excited or maybe she will get silent stares.

Things took a crazy turn when she broke down in office once after having a bad day. Back to back meetings and deliverable drove her mad. She loves her work and office but the emotions are running to high. And most of her meetings are spent running between the conference room and the loo. It would be better if she shifted her desk next to the toilets. At least it would save some time.

Maybe she can send out a mailer ‘I am expecting’ or sing it on top of her voice or paste the ultrasound scan photos on her boss’s desk! Too many thoughts and too much time to declare herself pregnant. Maybe she should just keep it simple!

——-—- To be Contd.————–

I am participating in #AtoZChallenge and this is the tenth part of 26 chapter series that I will be writing this month. You can read my theme reveal here. Tune in tomorrow to read what future holds for them.

Do share your thoughts about this post. Did you like what you read & would like to read further? Looking forward to your thoughts. Happy A2Zing!

 

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