Where Is My Baby?

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on… the trick is to find it!

- Charuta

Tears rushed from her eyes in disbelief. In a grave and uncomfortable tone, the doctor declared, “Sorry, it's a miscarriage!”

Her dreams crashed, and everything froze. I grasped her hand tight and we both exchanged the most inexplicable tears. After all sorts of verifications and confirmations, she underwent the prescribed medical procedure.

Standing on the terrace of her building she stared out at the unknown; every object of her world reminded her of her unborn baby and the mobile apps continued to congratulate her every morning…

Broken hearts frequently ask only answerless questions.

'Why did this happen to me?' – this question kept drilling her heart. The very sight of her encouraging husband, comforting mother and loving father intensified her unreasonable guilt.

Maybe that food affected my baby, or maybe that entire day of travel was a mistake, and a thousand other thoughts kept building.

I stood beside her with moist eyes, feeling her pain, for I knew how much this bundle of joy was awaited by her entire family. Mahatria's words spontaneously resurfaced - what He had told a family when they had gone through a similar situation:

“If it's not gone ahead, then it's not your baby.”

“Your baby will come, it will come and hold your hand, and that alone is your baby.