It was a wonderful December Sunday morning. One of those days when you couldn't identify the time based on the weather outside. The cool breeze and the holiday mood just set up the premises, for what would be a beautiful day. It was bliss. On any such day, I would have bet my bottom dollar, that the day couldn't have got any better. Fortunately, I didn't... I WAS WRONG...
It was about to get better and HOW.
As the washroom door gently opened, I saw an expression in Vandana's face which I hadn't seen until then in nearly 8 years of knowing her.
It was a mixture of ecstasy...surprise.. .a strange calmness...radiance... and as if it were not enough, sugar coated with abundant (rather overflowing is the right word) joy. Had we not been married, I would have proposed to her right then, without a second thought. It was that look she wore. And then, she flashed that million dollar smile of hers that lit up the whole room and told me the news which made all that cliched definition of bliss I used to describe the day seem mediocre in comparison.
"We were expecting parents". It was as if we got our wings immediately. We were in seventh heaven.
Almost instantly a silent prayer sat firmly on my lips - “God let it be a girl”. While Vandana and I tried to be gender neutral in all our public discussions, the silent prayer was gathering storm within me. The reason was pretty simple - you could never quantify that cuteness a girl brings to the table. All adjectives put together still shall fall short.
It is the same reason I fell for that one woman in my life. And honestly who wouldn't like that cuteness overdose at home after a long tiring day at work. It was my reasons and mine alone.
When we caught the first glimpse of ‘her’ (I had almost presumed it was a ‘She’) in the ultrasound screen, honestly, we couldn't make out much. But ‘she’ more than compensated for that optical blur with the rhythmic symphony of ‘her’ heart beats (which in that speaker mode sounded much like dolby digital).
It wouldn't be entirely wrong to say I skipped a few beats myself. That surreal feel to hear ‘her’ heart pound was some wonderful feeling. Don't think my words would do even half justice to that emotion. Let us just leave it at that.
Weeks flew past and ‘she’ kept getting naughtier within and may be as a result of which I found Vandana got prettier. I wouldn't be exaggerating when I say there was a new sense of bonding between us because of that impending welcome arrival. In my world I called it the ‘Angel effect’. It was all there to see. The spell was cast. The mood was set. We were just following instructions. And needless to say it was happiness all around.
There is a sense of fantastic feeling when you wishes come true. Guess some prayers find a way to reach the right address if they are dispatched with enough intensity. Mine did, and the reward was in front of me on that morning of August 26th 2015.
An angel had shed her wings to bless us all. With that ultra cute eyes and supplementing expression, she took my breath away just like her mother did 8 years back. It was like deja vu. I was falling in love all over... once again. It was the 'angel' effect after all.
I am fully in agreement to the argument that we are all slaves to our destiny. But if it was in my destiny to play father to the cutest angel in town, then honestly I wouldn't mind even being a bonded labour to such destiny. You got to be one, even to come close to appreciate the spell which a daughter casts on her father. It's pure magic.
And to all those who still think all this talk of angels are just a hoax, D1/6 Dolphin Hills is the address. Be my guest and clear your misconceptions.
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