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Suhasini - Contd...
by Sujaya Mohan
(Bangalore, India)
After 5 years, I quit my job and started my own practise with my father. My parents stopped forcing me for my marriage.
One day they got a proposal from Suri mama. The girl was exactly the way mother wanted her to be, Fair and Beautiful. She was an exact replica of her mother; where as her father was quite the opposite. He was an academician with a very high reputation. I even made a sarcastic remark about this to my mother (which I regretted later) and all she said was, “You are marrying Radhika and not her father”. After several round of arguments, I finally gave in and married much to the utter delight of my mother.
Radhika turned out to be a very good wife, adjusting very well to my erratic schedules. She was an academician just like her father, but just like my mother chose to take care of our home.
It was on our 5th anniversary that Radhika broke the good news. We were about to become parents. My happiness knew no bounds. I promised myself that I would spend more time with her and see to it that she has a very comfortable time.
As the days progressed, I forgot all about past & enjoyed playing to the whims & complaints (some real, some imagined!) of Radhika. My joy knew no bounds when I could sense our baby’s movements with my hands. Radhika & her care became the centre of my daily routine.
I was suddenly brought out from this reverie by Radhika who was continuously tapping my hand to get my attention. She looked extremely uncomfortable and wanted to go home. I immediately sensed that she might be in labour and drove straight to the hospital. As soon as her doctor confirmed this, I called up my parents and in laws to come to the hospital and be a part of this joyous occasion.
Soon enough, I was blessed with a daughter and I jumped with joy. When I met
The nurse informed me that our parents had arrived and I joyfully went to greet them. The first person that I saw was my mother who looked extremely happy and impatient to meet her grandchild. It was at this juncture that the nagging feeling which was at the back of my mind, now hit me real hard. I suddenly realised that my child had taken after her maternal grandfather and was dark in complexion. It did not matter to me at all, but I was apprehensive about my mother’s attitude towards it. A million questions starting pouring in my mind. What if she disliked the child? What if she was indifferent towards her? What if she insulted Radhika and her parents?
The moment my mother was let in, she literally ran to meet her grandchild. With each step, the happiness on her face broadened. I admit, I was so nervous that I could literally hear my heart pounding loudly.
She looked at the child, took her in her arms and gave a small shout of joy. I could not believe the scene that was unfolding in front of me. What was happening? Hadn’t she noticed? Was she blind? Of course she had turned blind. The love for her grandchild was so pure that it blinded her from all the irrelevant aspects.
She simply couldn’t stop gushing over her granddaughter and remark every now and then how beautiful she was. Suddenly, she noticed my baby smile and over come with extreme joy remarked, “I am certain that my granddaughter will grow up to have the most beautiful smile around, so let us name her Suhasini.....”
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