Kismat Connect
It is always dark in here, quite dark. I am comfortable in the dark. I haven’t known anything else all my life. The only sounds that I heard were a constant drum beat and flow of water. Recently I heard a few voices too. I move and kick but not much happens beyond that. I wait for the right time. Normally my day is quiet and peaceful as I go about my business of eating, sleeping, and just staying put where I am.
Today seemed abnormal. The constant drum beat that I heard had been faster for the last 3 days. It was disturbing my sleep pattern. My food was impacted too. I was getting less food than usual. But hey, there was no complaint box for me to raise the issue. The issues seemed to have escalated today. I could hear the voices louder today.
The voices were confusing me. The voices that normally were quiet, subdued, and soothing were sad, angry, loud, and argumentative. I was hungry. I was losing my energy. I was drifting to a slow sleep when I heard my mom’s voice again. It stirred me awake. She was up and sounded fiercely determined. I thought she was also hungry like me. Sounded like my parents were at that place where I hear the familiar hums and beeps. I heard the voice that I always hear along with the hums and beeps.
“I can’t promise to save both of you. I can’t give that word. The nutrients aren’t going to the baby through the umbilical cord. It has stopped and might reverse as well soon. It’s dangerous.” said that voice. No wonder I was hungry. The food had stopped.
“You may not be able to give me your word. But I have given my word to my baby. I would bring my child into the world and love him or her like no one has ever loved anyone. I have full confidence I would bring her to life and bring her up all my life. I am willing to go through the procedure.” said my mom.
I relaxed back and grinned. If she says I would be fine, then I would be fine. Over the last few months, I haven’t left my mom’s side for a nano-second, and she has guarded me with her life. She would never give up on me. I knew she would keep up her promises to me.
The umbilical cord is our connect point and I thought, the food that she sends me through it has kept me going. Now I realise it is not just the food she sent, but it is her love and strong will too. Her heartbeat was my rhythm, and her voice was my music. The cord was also my musical cord. I closed my eyes and knew the next time I wake up I would be looking at my mom’s face for the first time.