the birth...

She knew all those lil signs...
Something...err...someone moving inside her protruded belly...
That had been quite flat even a few months back,
Now looking like exactly a balloon...
Inflated by the existence of someone moving...

Last night...
When just the dawn was breaking as the east took the color of the pinkish red...
She felt someone there hitting her with its legs...
She giggled
And sitting up on the bad... touched the spot with her palm...
Closing her eyes, she just mumbled a few words, as if she had already become the mother...
'Come'n kid! don't throw your legs like that...are you hungry?'
Then she got down from her bed
And opened the can of biscuits...
'The kid likes them for sure...'
She mumbled as she chewed on the biscuits, softening the bits
By her saliva...
And she looked at her belly again...
A wondrous balloon...filled to the full...ready to get burst almost...
She thought of the seeder...
The seeder was not there...
He might be sleeping hard somewhere...in a hotel room...
somewhere in the western part of the country-
The seeder is on office tour...

She thought she should pick up the phone and call the seeder straightaway...
Call him up from slumber
To let him know that the seed had turned into full grown tree finally and knocking hard on the wall...
To break free to see the light of the day...
She thought
She shouldn't call as that would be not pragmatic...
Pragmatism...
The word stopped her from calling the seeder then...

Exactly ten hours after that hard kicks on her belly...
She brought home the baby...
She gave birth to dreams...

Only the seeder missed them...





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