Love Isn't Blood It's Afar Red

A life is a gift. 3 years of waiting, a Mallu Tamilian couple gave a birth to a girl. They went through many, to bring the football champion outside. The small ball protected inside the flesh and blood of the parents reacted to everything. They were happy. A child lit a lamb in their dark silhouette. She was the apple of eyes of them. Everything was normal and cool. "We're pregnant" made the future mom feel comfortable. They conducted baby shower in a traditional way. The clinging of bangles, relative's songs, priest's offering everything appealed the good looking embryo. I'm in dark but I believe thee" whispered the world of the couple. The number of days and happiness became directly proportional.

The aroma sweets and pure love was rafting everywhere. The mom loitered here and there having private conversations with her reflection.

Days passed, it was the time for the water to broke, but because of the complications in her uterus, they opted cesarean. But she had wanted to experience the pricking pain of her baby's arrival. As everything does not happens according to the narrow human minds she agreed to the decision, and was anyway happy that her wait is over. She giggled happily in pain. She was mused in her own world. Sedation walked into her head. Everything was fine and safe. They informed the tidings to the family. They said it's a baby girl with a

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n attractive eyes. They went for offering thanks to their deity.

Everything changed when the sister gave the child to them. She was hyper kid, left side of the baby was just hyper active, right side freezed and numb. Expectations, imagination, procrastination, everything was dusted. Mom cried ceaselessly, the king of the child remained mum as if he had accepted it by heart. The fingers became the differently abled element of the child. They accepted it. Still the baby was not moving her right part. With the whole courage she gathered the mom took the baby talked to her just like when she was inside her. She became a tot adamantly asking for the baby to move. Seeing this the aunt in law stood nearby the mom, she touched the baby's right hand and kissed her, with an explosive voice the baby put her hands on the aunt's face. It was compassion and love that aunt showed to the mother.

Everyone tried to submerge themselves in their own pain. But she came out of it tried to became the solace of both the newborn the mother and child. She had never left the hands off from mom. The child responded to the unconditional love. Even the God had to bow down his head in front of love. The deformity was still permanent even then she moved, played. Just a love filled patter bought a tod to the track. Hence love can bring wonders when it is not compartmentalized.