An unforgettable Valentine's gift

February is the loveliest month of the year, the month of romance. We think romance, we breathe romance, we feel the romance or we make romance. But for me it has a different definition.

14th Feb 2015: I can never forget about it. Quite distressed I returned from hospital with my reports crushed in my fist. The only thing that kept coming in my mind was the bitter flashback of that lovely day which had become a curse now. I locked myself up to avoid any kind of communications. Whole night I tried to put an end to the war that was raising within myself between the choice I had and I could have taken.

14th Feb 2016: How lovely that evening was I can’t describe, when we both were swinging in our backyard wearing our cutest carefree smiles. I felt so emotionally charged that with tears of mixed feelings I started unfolding the dark secrets of this very month of previous year.

It was his birthday and I had planned a great surprise for him. A romantic candle night dinner and dance to the tune “Tum hi ho” was all I had planned. But there is no guarantee that whatever you plan is just to happen exactly. That night was just not special for him , it was also special for our relationship as we took it to another level. Our bond had strengthened a bit more and we promised each other to talk to our respective parents about our relationship.

Days passed by but he didn't take that promise seriously. I was worried about our future as my parents were keen about my marriage and let no stones unturned to find a perfect groom for me. Suddenly if realised some changes in me. I lost pounds, lose interest in food, felt weak and tired easily as well as I got head reels. I wasn't feeling hungry anymore. If anything I ever wanted to eat was pickle, anything to smell was lemon and anyone to see was him. I was wondering as to what happened to me and contacted him. What he told was the least I wanted to hear, I was guessing it but hoped that it was just my illusion. He immediately told me to go for a check-up. To both of our disappointment that was the truth, I was pregnant.

We both were not ready for this, not at least him. Returning from hospital I was totally broken. I cried the whole day thinking of millions of thoughts that were crossing my mind related to my parents, society, my friends, him and our relationship. With the little strength I had I tried to contact him but all in vain. He left my calls unattended. Around 2:00 am at night he messaged me to be strong and take the decision to abort the child as we are not that matured and independent to handle a baby. His message had lot of ifs and buts; what if our parents not agree for this relationship, if they agreed also if they will delay our marriage,  if marriage finalized also we don’t have enough savings to raise the baby and many more which he didn't find necessary to think before involving with me but this situation made him to find the answers.

Just then doorbell brought me back to the reality. Everyone can be late but not my milkman and as usual his questions about my lovely son. After keeping  milk to boil I came back to take my son for a bath. Every time I see him I thank God for supporting my decision I had taken a year back. It had been a long  and difficult journey to single headedly raise a baby. But I can bet that the journey from being pregnant to evolving with the growth of your child is mesmerizing and irreplaceable.