These boxes were the first thing bought when you were brought home from the hospital. These boxes hold all your clothes including your dresses, cloth nappies, wraps which were later used as pothi, quick dry sheets, soft old cotton veshti pieces to be used over the quick dry sheets etc. Your wardrobe size is bound to increase in future. But I want you to try minimalism. A lot is not always better. Try to own the least number but most classy dresses always. You will never go out of fashion.
It was a long dark corridor with chairs on either sides. Me and ammomai were sitting facing each other in the chairs left empty. An hour before I was carelessly playing dodge ball with Neha and Nik. But now I know I can't do the same for next few months. Thousands of questions were crowding my head. Masters in Germany now will have to be postponed for a few years.
Breaking my chain of thoughts, someone called my name out loud. I was asked to go to washroom and enter the room from where I was being called.
I entered the dark room which had ceiling length transparent polythene curtains. From the other side of the curtain, light from monitors were glaring. I pushed the curtains aside and walked further. The lady sitting in front of the monitor asked me to loosen my pants and lie down. I uncomfortably settled down in the narrow bench.
She gently pushed away the clothes from my lower abdomen and put a probe with sticky gel. The room was already chill and over that the gel made me go numb. I was getting goosebumps. Was it because of the room temperature or my mental state? I don't know. What was going to happen? I don't know. How am I supposed to react in the next few minutes? I don't know.
The thick silence in the air was broken when the lady in front of the monitor spoke. I had no idea that next few seconds are going to be life changing. I had no idea next few words were going to be life changing. She said "The 7 weeks old foetus is healthy. You can now hear the heart beat. Lab dab....lab dab...lab dab".
