Yesterday I took a relative of mine to the hospital for chemotherapy. While I was running around completing the admission formalities, I saw a sister in her spotlessly white apron coming out of the OT. She was carrying a new born baby close to her chest. She stood for a while and then started moving very carefully to the Private Ward. A group of 8-10 people who were waiting at the door, soon followed her. Bright eyes, lit faces with happiness overflowing. When the sister passed by me, I had a close look at the bundle of joy in her arms – a tiny face with tightly closed eyes blissfully sleeping in the warmth of a lovely blanket. Welcome baby.
After some time when I was passing by the Emergency Ward, a middle aged woman came out holding a child close to her chest. On seeing her, a group of 10 people waiting outside wailed together. A young couple in the group collapsed. Women howled and men had uncontrolled tears rolling down. The woman- possibly the grandmother stood speechless, expressionless, holding the weight of endless love in the body of a one year old child wrapped carefully from head to toe in a lovely blanket. Adieu baby.
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Really touching heart, in the use of blankets
Very true.
It is truly a Multiverse. Within the Universe, are our own, personal universes ….. and what tempests rage in these ! You interconnected them so well !!
You are right. Maybe these crucial moments compel us to introspect and gather strength to move forward.
Alas! Loss of a child is the supreme loss one can endure in life. Even Thakur, suffered at his nephew’s untimely passing away. Holy Mother cried profusely when a devotee lost a child.
Only with Mother’s Grace one can endure this pain.
Yes. We look upto the almighty not for an explanation but necessary strength.