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Precious Day of Life #festivalofwords#6 #writetribe Day 4

WriteTribe celebrates writing. The #WTFOW#6 is a festival in which one has to write for 7 days in a row. This is my post for Day 4.

PRECIOUS DAY OF HIS LIFE 

It was a tense day for him

He loved me so much

I loved him so much

I was on the hospital bed

I was in pain

It was hard for him to see me in pain

He was restless , biting his nails

Meeting the doctor again and again

“Can’t you hurry ?  Can’t you operate right now ? She is in trouble ” he asked the doctor

” Calm down,  don’t be so tense, we know our duties ” the doctor answered hu

I was taken to the operation theatre

His heartbeat went faster

He started chanting Maa Durga  prayers in his mind, hands folded

His prayers worked

Suddenly my pain ended

Doctor came out  &

handed him a sweet little Maa Durga

The moment brought tears in his eyes

He had become DAD of a daughter

It was the precious day of his life

It was precious for me too

I had become a MOM

The pain had brought another life into our life

I am taking part in #writebravely #writetribe The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6

 

 

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