Autobiography of a Unknown Indian. Review on Dealing with Pregnancy

It has been a long harrowing journey for me oscillating between hope and despair. The last few months of my life taught me that if one does not lose hope there is always light at the end of the tunnel.

One fine day I realized that I was imprisoned in this cell by a twist of fate which cannot be undone. It was a small dark cell with no light or companion. Food and water used to be supplied at regular intervals through a small opening at one corner of the cell. My hair and nails grew unattended. I used to urinate in the cell itself. The sound of silence was broken by faint creepy whispers. For nine months my captors tested my endurance. A hugh obese creature used to stay beside my cell. I never saw him but could feel his presence. With time I  actually started imagining my cell  was becoming smaller and smaller. I used to pray to God for a miracle which will save me.

It was the 26th day of April 2006.  From the morning I was feeling queasy. The sense of a premonition was so dominant that it cannot be brushed away.  Around 11 am it started. I started smelling a whiff of sweet smelling air which was making me sleepy and numb. Suddenly all hell broke loose. A piercing cry emanated from the adjacent cell which only could mean one thing. The horrible obese creature is being brutally attacked by someone. Does it mean that my end is also near? Am I next in the line? My eyes were suddenly blinded by a burst of light.  My cell door is broken down and someone was actually pulling me to come out. I didn’t know how to react and started yelling loudly and begging the person to spare my life. A huge lump of flesh was lying in front of me in a pool of blood. I was dragged out firmly by strong hands. Before I can collect my wits I found myself put forcibly under a stream of water. The water flowing down my body seem to wash away all the pain and grime. Unknown hands helped me to dress in new clothes and a blanket was wrapped around me. Soon I was lying in this dormitory with other people who had been saved from their cells like me. I could now see the sunlight and the sky from my bed. It feels so good to be alive and kicking. I am barely able to stay awake now. Nine months of imprisonment had taken its toll. I only wake when I am hungry. Hope to regain my energy soon and start life afresh.

postscript

Dear friends

Yesterday my wife delivered a son in a nursing home. It was a ceasarian operation and a huge fibroid needed to be cut and removed for the baby to come out. Thankfully both the mother and child are doing fine now. My son looks like a hassled passenger who had just been thrown out from a crowded bus. His hair is spiked and he seem to have an opinion on everything around him. Jet Li and he now share the same birthday. Amen to that. He wrote this piece for Mouthshut and specially requested me to post it. Hope you guys enjoy the piece.

Thanks

Father of a future Rockstar