A Bundle of Joy!
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Roshni switched off the lights of the apartment, picked up her overcoat, ready to leave for office. Just before she left she wrote a note for Tuhin.
” Check out the fridge for corns and eggs…. bake it if u feel like eating something after you’re back from office. I will be late.”
It was freezing cold outside, In fact one of the coolest days in Toronto. This city has given her everything and even robbed her of everything. She remembered how excited she was when Tuhin shifted job to one of the top Fortune 500 companies. They had tied the knot a year back and that was the happiest news Tuhin could give her. She still remembers the vision of her bidding farewell to her parents and all relatives in Kolkata airport with a teary eye but not a heavy heart. Roshni knew that Tuhin would be there for her, in a country where the only person she knew was him. He was the perfect caring, loving and understanding husband and she looked forward to build their love nest in the three bedroom apartment that Tuhin had taken in Toronto.
Roshni entered office and very soon immersed herself into work. Had it not been for work she wouldn’t have had been able to survive the past six months of her life. Life has never been so testing for Roshni as the past few months.
Roshni had called up Tuhin one afternoon and asked him to come home immediately. Tuhin had thought it was some emergency and he rushed home wishing in his mind the umpteenth time that Roshni was okay
When Tuhin entered home, Roshni was cooly watching TV. On seeing him enter, she ran up to him, hugged him and while still in his arms, said,….” Joy is coming our way.”
Tuhin and Roshni were both in tears in a delirium of ecstasy. Roshni had always said if they ever had a boy they would name him Joy. Tuhin however wanted a daughter to name her Khushi
It was freezing cold outside, In fact one of the coolest days in Toronto. This city has given her everything and even robbed her of everything. She remembered how excited she was when Tuhin shifted job to one of the top Fortune 500 companies. They had tied the knot a year back and that was the happiest news Tuhin could give her. She still remembers the vision of her bidding farewell to her parents and all relatives in Kolkata airport with a teary eye but not a heavy heart. Roshni knew that Tuhin would be there for her, in a country where the only person she knew was him. He was the perfect caring, loving and understanding husband and she looked forward to build their love nest in the three bedroom apartment that Tuhin had taken in Toronto.
Roshni entered office and very soon immersed herself into work. Had it not been for work she wouldn’t have had been able to survive the past six months of her life. Life has never been so testing for Roshni as the past few months.
Roshni had called up Tuhin one afternoon and asked him to come home immediately. Tuhin had thought it was some emergency and he rushed home wishing in his mind the umpteenth time that Roshni was okay
When Tuhin entered home, Roshni was cooly watching TV. On seeing him enter, she ran up to him, hugged him and while still in his arms, said,….” Joy is coming our way.”
Tuhin and Roshni were both in tears in a delirium of ecstasy. Roshni had always said if they ever had a boy they would name him Joy. Tuhin however wanted a daughter to name her Khushi
It was an experience to feel motherhood, a life within and share dreams with each other. Tuhin pampered Roshni to the core with his love and bought everything that made Roshni’s face light up. Weekends she felt like a queen with Tuhin serving her breakfast on bed and then the sessions of them lazing together for hours catching up with things that happened in each others’ work life for the entire week. Towards the evening they went out shopping and ended up buying things to decorate the new baby room of their house. The third bed room of the house was transformed into a child’s paradise by both of them. Roshni herself painted the room with pictures of Disney creatures. The bed was in the form of a huge bus that Tuhin had selected and every night the couple spent hours in that room seeing their dreams with open eyes.
This happiness was however short lived. One evening in office Roshni realised she has had a miscarriage. She called up Tuhin in panic.
” I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!!”, she heard Tuhin shouting at the other end of the line.
” HOW COULD YOU, ROSHNI?”, His words struck her like a bolt. Here was a man, her only support in this unknown country, who was blaming her for the biggest misfortune of her life.
Tuhin had never approved of Roshni working in her expecting days and after the miscarriage he blamed her as careerist and an ambitious lady for which they lost the baby.
It was all over soon. Roshni no longer felt the life within her. The miscarriage left her cold and numb. She could never forgive Tuhin for his reaction of not supporting her when she needed him the most by her side.
Over the last six months they had only withdrawn from each other. Roshni busied herself in work and even took the workload of working extra hours. When she entered home she would either eat a fruit or cereal for dinner while she warmed some dish for Tuhin. They hardly spoke apart from matters relating to bills being payed and checking on the post. They could see each other, yet not reach up to each other. It was no longer a home for Roshni. Their love nest transformed as a shelter for her where she transited for few hours till she could resume office next morning.
Tuhin invariably carried work home everyday. Even when she served him dinner, he would be working in his laptop and remained quietly there till late night. Roshni noticed that he was getting dark circles but never cared to tell him that.
After Dinner, Roshni retired to the bedroom and shed quite tears thinking how the baby room would have sounded with the baby’s laughter and cries. The baby room next to her bedroom now remained silent and dark.
The night Roshni payed the last visit to her doctor, she came home and quietly locked the room, never to be opened again.
It was a Friday today and Roshni had finished work. Almost everyone had left office, yet she kept on doing something in her system. She dreaded to go back home. Weekends were nightmare for her. Most of the time, she spent sleeping over the weekends while Tuhin spent time out with his friends. It didn’t irritate her , rather she thanked Tuhin mentally for the hours he spent away from her.
She picked up her satchel and overcoat and started walking towards home. Just before she entered home she heard the sound and stood frozen in the doorstep. For a minute she thought it was her ears which made the mistake but when Tuhin opened the door she didn’t know how to react.
Tuhin stood there with a little bony boy of about nine months in his arms who was crying out aloud. Roshni stared at him questioningly and realized Tuhin was tense.
“Look, I know you don’t appreciate it…. However, this is Jonathon, son of my friend Billy. . Billy and his wife had visited Ottawa to call on his ill father but are caught up in the terrible snow storm.“, Tuhin sounded anxious as he tried to manage the little creature well in his arms.
Roshni’s face twitched. This was the last thing she wanted now. How would she survive this weekend. Why did this catastrophe need to happen now. Roshni’s mind was racing fast.
” Roshni, don’t worry. I won’t bother you at all. I got a call from Jonie requesting me that I should pick up their baby from the creche and keep him with me . The roads are all blocked because of the snow so they will be back as
Roshni gave one quick glance to Tuhin and sped up to her bedroom . She didn’t weep but felt a strong displeasure for the baby because it reminded her of the loss.
At midnight, she was awoken by the sound of the infant’s weeping. For some time she tossed in bed trying to avoid the disturbance… but suddenly she jumped up.
I wish Tuhin is with the baby… Or is the baby hurt?… or is it that Tuhin has slept off?
She ran out of the room only to find her baby room open. From behind the curtain of their unborn child’s room, she saw Tuhin struggling to keep little Jonathon from crying desperately in his arms. Tuhin was showing him the cartoons that Roshni had painted on the walls but Jonathon kept on crying.
.
When Tuhin saw Roshni, he was a bit startled and found loss of words…. I am sorry, I opened this room but had no other option to stop the little one crying.
Roshni came near to them. It was now that she noticed how cute the plump kid was and how beautiful Tuhin looked with the child in his arms. She took the baby in her arms without speaking a word to Tuhin and in sometime discovered that it was a nappy rash which irritated Jonathon. As Roshni changed his nappies, the little one held her
fingers with his small soft hands and tears streamed down Roshni’s eyes. She hugged the baby and asked Tuhin to hold him while she went to the kitchen to make some baby food from the packet that Tuhin had bought on the way back home.
They spent the whole night together with Jonathon in the baby room. When the baby slept, Tuhin carried Jonathon and placed him carefully in the bed between both of them.
.
By the next day they seemed to have got a mission in their lives. Unlike the past weekends, Tuhin stayed home and Roshni woke early. They took the baby to the baby room and played with him. In no time they forgot that there was a cold war going on between them, that they had only spoken in mono syllables with each other for the past few months. Jonathon became their world. It was a pleasure to see him smile.
They had a wonderful weekend together playing with Jonathon and after a long time Roshni and Tuhin spoke to each other while having dinner.
On Monday both of them took an off from office to celebrate the day with Jonathon. They took pictures of the baby and played with him the entire day. Jonathon had also got used to them now. Towards the evening, Roshni left Tuhin and the baby in the playroom and went to the kitchen to prepare a lovely dinner for them. It was then that the bell rang.
Jonathon’s parents had come. They apologized for all the trouble that they caused, thanked Tuhin and Roshni immensely for the help and requested permission to leave.
It was then that Roshni realized the reality. In the past few days she had almost forgotten that he was not her child. The little one seemed to have filled in the vacuum inside her.
In some time they left , with little Jonathon waving hands at them. Tuhin and Roshni kissed the baby good bye and stood for a long time in the doorway watching him go.
It was an experience to feel motherhood, a life within and share dreams with each other. Tuhin pampered Roshni to the core with his love and bought everything that made Roshni’s face light up. Weekends she felt like a queen with Tuhin serving her breakfast on bed and then the sessions of them lazing together for hours catching up with things that happened in each others’ work life for the entire week. Towards the evening they went out shopping and ended up buying things to decorate the new baby room of their house. The third bed room of the house was transformed into a child’s paradise by both of them. Roshni herself painted the room with pictures of Disney creatures. The bed was in the form of a huge bus that Tuhin had selected and every night the couple spent hours in that room seeing their dreams with open eyes.
This happiness was however short lived. One evening in office Roshni realised she has had a miscarriage. She called up Tuhin in panic.
” I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!!”, she heard Tuhin shouting at the other end of the line.
” HOW COULD YOU, ROSHNI?”, His words struck her like a bolt. Here was a man, her only support in this unknown country, who was blaming her for the biggest misfortune of her life.
Tuhin had never approved of Roshni working in her expecting days and after the miscarriage he blamed her as careerist and an ambitious lady for which they lost the baby.
It was all over soon. Roshni no longer felt the life within her. The miscarriage left her cold and numb. She could never forgive Tuhin for his reaction of not supporting her when she needed him the most by her side.
Over the last six months they had only withdrawn from each other. Roshni busied herself in work and even took the workload of working extra hours. When she entered home she would either eat a fruit or cereal for dinner while she warmed some dish for Tuhin. They hardly spoke apart from matters relating to bills being payed and checking on the post. They could see each other, yet not reach up to each other. It was no longer a home for Roshni. Their love nest transformed as a shelter for her where she transited for few hours till she could resume office next morning.
Tuhin invariably carried work home everyday. Even when she served him dinner, he would be working in his laptop and remained quietly there till late night. Roshni noticed that he was getting dark circles but never cared to tell him that.
After Dinner, Roshni retired to the bedroom and shed quite tears thinking how the baby room would have sounded with the baby’s laughter and cries. The baby room next to her bedroom now remained silent and dark.
The night Roshni payed the last visit to her doctor, she came home and quietly locked the room, never to be opened again.
It was a Friday today and Roshni had finished work. Almost everyone had left office, yet she kept on doing something in her system. She dreaded to go back home. Weekends were nightmare for her. Most of the time, she spent sleeping over the weekends while Tuhin spent time out with his friends. It didn’t irritate her , rather she thanked Tuhin mentally for the hours he spent away from her.
She picked up her satchel and overcoat and started walking towards home. Just before she entered home she heard the sound and stood frozen in the doorstep. For a minute she thought it was her ea
which made the mistake but when Tuhin opened the door she didn’t know how to react.
Tuhin stood there with a little bony boy of about nine months in his arms who was crying out aloud. Roshni stared at him questioningly and realized Tuhin was tense.
“Look, I know you don’t appreciate it…. However, this is Jonathon, son of my friend Billy. . Billy and his wife had visited Ottawa to call on his ill father but are caught up in the terrible snow storm.“, Tuhin sounded anxious as he tried to manage the little creature well in his arms.
Roshni’s face twitched. This was the last thing she wanted now. How would she survive this weekend. Why did this catastrophe need to happen now. Roshni’s mind was racing fast.
” Roshni, don’t worry. I won’t bother you at all. I got a call from Jonie requesting me that I should pick up their baby from the creche and keep him with me . The roads are all blocked because of the snow so they will be back as
Roshni gave one quick glance to Tuhin and sped up to her bedroom . She didn’t weep but felt a strong displeasure for the baby because it reminded her of the loss.
At midnight, she was awoken by the sound of the infant’s weeping. For some time she tossed in bed trying to avoid the disturbance… but suddenly she jumped up.
I wish Tuhin is with the baby… Or is the baby hurt?… or is it that Tuhin has slept off?
She ran out of the room only to find her baby room open. From behind the curtain of their unborn child’s room, she saw Tuhin struggling to keep little Jonathon from crying desperately in his arms. Tuhin was showing him the cartoons that Roshni had painted on the walls but Jonathon kept on crying.
When Tuhin saw Roshni, he was a bit startled and found loss of words…. I am sorry, I opened this room but had no other option to stop the little one crying.
Roshni came near to them. It was now that she noticed how cute the plump kid was and how beautiful Tuhin looked with the child in his arms. She took the baby in her arms without speaking a word to Tuhin and in sometime discovered that it was a nappy rash which irritated Jonathon. As Roshni changed his nappies, the little one held her
fingers with his small soft hands and tears streamed down Roshni’s eyes. She hugged the baby and asked Tuhin to hold him while she went to the kitchen to make some baby food from the packet that Tuhin had bought on the way back home.
They spent the whole night together with Jonathon in the baby room. When the baby slept, Tuhin carried Jonathon and placed him carefully in the bed between both of them.
By the next day they seemed to have got a mission in their lives. Unlike the past weekends, Tuhin stayed home and Roshni woke early. They took the baby to the baby room and played with him. In no time they forgot that there was a cold war going on between them, that they had only spoken in mono syllables with each other for the past few months. Jonathon became their world. It was a pleasure to see him smile.
They had a wonderful weekend together playing with Jonathon and after a long time Roshni and Tuhin spoke to each other while having dinner.
On Monday both of them took an off from office to celebrate the day with Jonathon. They took pictures of the baby and played with him the entire day. Jonathon had also got used to them now. Towards the evening, Roshni left Tuhin and the baby in the playroom and went to the kitchen to prepare a lovely dinner for them. It was then that the bell rang.
Jonathon’s parents had come. They apologized for all the trouble that they caused, thanked Tuhin and Roshni immensely for the help and requested permission to leave.
It was then that Roshni realized the reality. In the past few days she had almost forgotten that he was not her child. The little one seemed to have filled in the vacuum inside her.
In some time they left , with little Jonathon waving hands at them. Tuhin and Roshni kissed the baby good bye and stood for a long time in the doorway watching him go.
Roshni closed the door but couldn’t suppress herself anymore. She let out a shriek of grief and fell down crying on the sofa. Tuhin uncomfortably stood watching, not knowing what to do. After some time, Roshni rose up, slightly hunched and walked upto the baby room. As she was about to bolt it, Tuhin came from behind and held her hands. He comforted her and took Roshni in his arms. In his shoulders Roshni wept all her grief out.
Tuhin rocked her in his arms, kissed her forehead and said..” Lets not lock this room anymore. Let us open ourselves to life once more…. and let a bundle of joy flow in.”
After ages they kissed….
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wow…what a beautiful story…and the best in this is hw well you have expressed the emotions on both side..great work nandini.
What the heck? It’s a blatant copy … just crap!
Hey! Mr. Bojo Or Tojo or whatever, please stop reading Nandini’s blogs… coz it’s not to be understood or realized by people like you. Why don’t you try reading something which suits you.
This story is awesome, what a touchy story. I was almost in tears reading the last lines. Don’t worry, Bojo… you will take years to understand the depth.
However why don’t you write from where it is a copy????
I am sure there is nothing like it.. so you better shut up your crap.
LOved it Nandini. Its awesomely written. I liked the way you bought out the character of Roshni and the way she dealt with the grief. A very good depiction of how modern day women are these days.
very beautiful short story..
Wow…what a beautiful and touchy story it has got a lot a depth in this story….It’s awesomely written, Really loved it…..If people understand the depth and the emotions of this story…..i am sure that people will love the way you have written it…. All the best Nandani and keep up the good work.
Thanks everyone for your comments…. It’s a true story of one of my friends. I am happy that everyone liked it.
Awesome….a very touchy love atory as ever. Loved the naration.
very nice narration nandini
@ Akhil .. shut up u bufoon … go suck u loser