When everyone was talking about their life, a question was raised “ Who can tell the importance of 9 months?” A girl responded. She knew the real meaning of 9 months. No she was not a mother; she was a girl who gave birth 9 months before. And it was not a baby, it was a relationship, a beautiful relationship that was growing on the field of trust, her trust on God, her trust on that person with whom she was sharing her relationship. This baby was growing day by day with maturity in him, faith in him, love in him. The girl & the boy both were very happy with the baby. They nurtured their baby whole-heartedly with no fear, no doubts in them. Leaving all the sweet memories in the light, time was running to go through that dark night, a night that brought a storm with it. A storm that was trying harder to weaken their rope of relationship, to snatch away their baby from them, to sway him along with it.
God was looking everything, the boy was standing; the girl was screaming to protect her baby, to close the windows, to shut the door. Neither did the storm stopped, nor did the boy moved. Girl was left standing at the doors & looking for the baby whom she could see but couldn’t catch. The baby was crying with his arms in the air but the poor girl was not able to protect him. She needed the support, support of her God, support of her love. Baby was being pulled far away & the girl was left alone with no one with her. Suddenly everything was snatched away from her, every dream was lost in that storm of reality, a bitter reality that she was alone, all alone to cry, to yell, to scream. She couldn’t face herself. She was blaming herself for not being so strong to protect her baby, for not being so pure at heart that God didn’t stop the storm.
A baby that was more than anything for that girl was no longer alive, just ashes of the fire was left. The fire of all the memories, those were burning inside her heart. For her, those 9 months were looking like ages that were dedicated to the baby & now even a glimpse of 1-day looks like ages to spend. Now she is all alone, smiling at other’s happiness, crying on her fate & living b’coz she has came in this heartless, emotionless world to do so. She was always there when baby needed her & about that boy…doesn’t he had any responsibilities, shouldn’t he care for the baby?? If he was worried about him why didn’t he come forward to help, to protect his baby, his relationship, his love. Girl was standing at the door with one hand outside the door for the baby & another inside for her love.
When the girl asked the boy the reason for doing all this, he remained silent. That silence was more painful than the shouts of that storm. No one was there who can answer her questions. Who is responsible for all this? The girl for not being able to protect her baby?, The boy for not being able to take a step forward? Or the God for binding them in this relationship & giving them a sweet baby? A baby that came silently with no pain but when he was gone after 9 months, he shattered everything, took all the happiness, left his mum in this darker world where she is still standing for a ray of hope from her love, from her God.
This 9-month pain was not the pain before the birth but it’s the pain felt after the birth of the baby. A pain that is scratching the past, holding the present to protect the future; to get the answer. The answer is yet to come…Whose fault is it?????
