He's in my arms!
I'm holding him with both his tiny hands around my neck. And he's resting his head on my shoulder. I can't understand what's happening in my heart. It's like a whirlwind of emotions, a mix of overwhelming joy, profound love, and a tinge of anxiety about this new responsibility.
When Maa brought him in, he was crying so much. Seeing him, it felt like someone had squeezed my heart in a terribly painful and agonising way. It felt as though from those innocent eyes, each tear that fell was being turned into pearls and collected close, never to let him cry again. His cries echoed in my soul, stirring up a profound sense of protectiveness and care.
I was scared, scared of being weak, but today I broke down. Weakness crept into my very core when Aarush cried so much. I want to hate him, but when I look at him now, there's nothing but a tender stirring in my heart.
And when he looked at me and started crying to come to me, for a moment I was so scared that I felt weak. But when Rhea said, and as Aarush came to me and quieted down, it felt as if not only he but also my heart found peace. It was as if our souls connected in that moment, reassuring me that I could be there for him, to love and protect him always.
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