A happy sperm met a familiar egg. Months later it was found that the resultant zygote wasn’t welcomed well. The mother shed her identity in bringing up the outcome of the nine months of waiting. The father was happy but not too much. He had hoped that it would be to its liking as he had aspired to be someone else. The flutter of butterflies too irritated him. There’s suddenly too much colour across the world he thought. The dessert was getting to be an ireful routine affair nowadays. “Why don’t you prepare something that less on calories? Do you want to kill me softly?” he shouted at mom. Mom never understood why he would often find the food insipid to taste. ‘I wonder what’s got to him,’ she thought. ‘I’ve never seen him struggle this much,’ worried she. The thought of spinning numerous dreams post her pregnancy; something they had jointly decided long ago seemed like a farce.
Tension had begun to breathe life in the household. Ma-in-law seemed more than reluctant to have her meals with the rest of the family. She had turned a tad more religious of late. Her interest in the Indian mythology and the ‘upvaas’ associated with it, grew by the nano second. Something was amiss! Suddenly the radical mind had breached its contract and welcoming another soul was thought of by all members of the family. ‘But we’ve just had a baby, what’s got into you Vipin?’ ‘I don’t know, but this cannot happen to me?’ ‘I mean we went through all the tests together. After months of patiently waiting, how can the doctor cheat us? He told me that we were going to welcome a son.’ The news broken thus seemed too horrible to be termed as true! In many households too, even today; the con is still on....
