Bharati Vadera

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Bharati Vadera

Tragedy

My Dear Mom

My Dear Mom

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 My Dear Mom,

By the time you receive my letter, I will have gone far away from you. In the distant sky, even in the land of fairies, hurry again and I will come back to you soon. Because mom! Even heaven without you is useless to me. You too must be feeling very loney without me, right? 

Mom ! You considered me the best reward of your life. Nothing was so important to you than your daughter 'Poyani'. You had given me such a beautiful name. ' Poyani' means a delicate bud. Grandmother used to say that your father sent a kilo of sweets to everyone in the joy of your birth. She had tied a black cord around my neck so nobody's evil eye could affect me.

 What a dreamy days they were !

But within a few months of birth, my body began to fade and my reddish cheeks turned white. I was diagnosed with Thalassemia Major. Thalassemia major is a hereditary disease that lasts a lifetime. You were just shattered when you heard the diagnosis.

 I did not have healthy red blood cells in my body so I had to have blood transfusions every two to three weeks. 

In no time Dad's pay packet was getting over on my treatment even then he was ready to do anything for his darling Poyani.Today I am so pampered by him. Mom! When there was a shortage of my "O Negative" blood group in the blood bank, you and Dad would rush everywhere to get it. As the days of blood transfusion lengthened and I got tired of my disability, Dad would tell me various stories & jokes to cheer me up, bring me new games, play quizzes with me. You know, your daughter always came first in playing quizzes. All credit goes to my dear dad. 

Then doctor advised to use a pump to remove the excess iron accumulated in the body due to repeated blood transfusions. Mom! I used to get frustrated with this torturous treatment every day. When I blamed my own destiny, you patted my head with love and sang in a sweet melody & all my pain used to vanish. Maa! With my closed eyes many times I have felt tears of helplessness dripped from your eyes. If I woke up, you would turn your face around pretending to have rubbish in your eyes so that I wouldn't notice your crying. 

Mom! You and Dad never let me feel like a burden to you. You just spent your whole life doing Poyani, Poyani, Poyani. Wherever there was a seminar or workshop on thalassemia, you both rushed there. You had high hopes that I would get better soon. 

Now I had to take pills to remove excess iron from the body. Time went on like this. For so many years due to pricks of the needle my body & mind, everything was shattered. Sometimes a vein was not found in the hand, then it was given in the leg and once a vein was not found anywhere blood was transfused through the neck. How much you had cried & had a quarrel with your loving Lord Krishna.

 Mom! Every single tear of yours was cutting my heart like a chisel. I was very angry with myself. I thought of committing suicide but then the loving face of you and Dad flickered in front of my eyes and all the weak thoughts in my mind flew away. Mom! I did not want let go of all your years of penance. I prayed to God that Lord ! You save me from this disease. I was not worried about my pain, I just wanted my mom and dad to win against time, so I decided to fight for my life. I began to put my pain down on paper. My poems and articles about Thalassemia published in magazines made my father read them all with pride. Mom! You remember my interview with Arunaben, a social worker from our center, was aired on the radio, you kept such a large volume that whole society could hear and even though your legs were sprained, you danced and seeing you dancing happily, Dad also sang 'E Meri Zohrajabi' song. How you both danced together. 

Mom! Nayana, a patient of our Thalassemia Transfusion Center, got married and became a mother due to scientific research. How happy you were with this news. You and Dad had seen so many dreams of my wedding, but I couldn't because of the cruel destiny. Suddenly, my health started to decline. I was admitted in the ICU of the hospital.

Mom! You know I have very little time now. Poor Dad is still under the illusion that his Poyani will recover soon and come home. There is so little to thank you and Dad for. Mom! Will you fulfill one of my last wishes? Instead of holding a prayer meeting after my death, organize a Thalassemia Awareness Campaign as well as a checkup seminar and yes, the blood donation drive on which our lifeline depends.

 Maa! If you get tested for thalassemia before marriage, thalassemia can be prevented. You please don't cry after I'm gone. Let your tears be your strength. I pray to God that in my every birth please grace me this same mom and dad but please don't give any disease. Mom! May my letter be published in newspapers, WhatsApp, Facebook and Twitter on May 8th World Thalassemia Day. Will you please fulfill my last wish? Mom, will you do all this so that no one like me will wither prematurely? 

Mom! Promise me you will do this.

Come on, let me go now. ..The fairies are waiting for me. Mom! I'll be back soon...Wait for me...

Your's loving



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