A Part Of My Future

A Part Of My Future
She had me in every single drop of her blood. I kissed her tiny palm for the hundredth time in the past few minutes. I thanked Allah for the wonderful gift in my arms. I pledged my entire life to the baby uttering her first few cries in the world.

Her tiny paws clung to my shirt as I tried to absorb the ecstasy associated with the first few moments of contact with a part of my past that was simultaneously a part of my future also. They grabbed at the frame of my glasses.

She had been a dream till yesterday, but here was a concrete reality in my arms today. The reality was screaming for my love and attention. I had crossed the threshold of time that divided yesterday’s dream and today’s reality. The yearning and longing I had had for her were now transformed into other feelings.

The reality would have to be cared for. It was going to command a lot of my time and attention from now on. I might have to change the frame of my glasses, a change I had vehemently resisted till now. After all, the world was to acquire an entirely different colour and shape now.

The change was to be manifested in my dreams too. Some fresh dreams were going to replace the old ones. Zeenat was to be the agent for clearing the bulk of emotional clutter that had accumulated over the years. The tremors of the earthquake that once shook me are to fade into complete oblivion now.

Zeenat is going to change a lot of equations in my life. The joy associated with the changing weather is going to be doubled; every drop of rain is to be welcomed now.