Part-1 "High Hopes"

I heard noises, cheers they were I assumed and I opened my eyes. I was born, the pain and agony of being in a place where I could face nothing but darkness, the fear of my existence being controlled by someone else was finally over. I opened my eyes to happy faces all around me; their eyes reflected the presence of a new hope, a new soul in their life. In their eyes I saw glimpses of expectations, expectations for me, and of their future with me.

I was surrounded by a thin bubble of surreality , it was my moment , a day when all the attention was focussed on me , a day when every single soul was trying to grab my attention , a day when my presence in their life made them happy . I was happy too; I was the reason of the smile for so many people.

I wanted to talk to them; I wanted to let them know how happy I was to be with them. In the presence of love showered on me by each one of them. The world is such a beautiful place, I thought. the world is nothing but a bright blue ocean of love , a love to be tasted by me , a love which is infinite , a love I can taste , can bathe in all my life and still would never end . I tried to speak, but I was helpless.

Suddenly I felt someone touch me, it was a soft grip, I found myself being lifted and clutched deep in arms. The touch was unearthly, it made me shiver, and I saw a smiling face in front of my eyes. A face which was radiant, a face which reflected love, face of my mother. In her eyes I saw a sense of belonging, a strong urge to protect me, a love which for some reason couldn’t be contained in her face, or by her eyes. I experienced bliss, I had waited long enough to see the world but never had I expected it to be as calm and pleasing as it was. My thoughts were broken by a tear dropping on to my cheek. I felt as if I was bathing in an ocean of love , I tried to smile and she held me deep in her arms , it made me feel secure , I was lucky , lucky to be in a world where everyone loved me .

I felt asleep in her arms, only to open my eyes to a strong manly face staring at me with a bright smile on his lips, I wondered if I could go back to her arms, to a place where I was the happiest. But the grip on me never loosened, instead I felt him caressing my forehead. it was ecstasy , in a moment I felt the strength , the strength I could lean to , a strength I knew would guide me all through my life , a hand which will help me to differentiate right from wrong , good from evil . the touch on my forehead was strong but yet tender , bringing in me a sense of love , a sense of responsibility , I knew he was happy just to hold me in his arms , I could feel the happiness in his breath which was supporting my eyes and falling gently on my forehead . My father was happy to be with me and I was lucky to be with him.

The day progressed and all I saw was faces, everyone was happy, people were flowing in from everywhere. I wanted to speak , I wanted to let them know that I was glad , glad to see them around me , glad because I knew I was loved , protected and cared for . I tried to speak but I couldn’t utter a word , I tried again but nothing mumbled out , in my disparity , I looked at my mother . She smiled and took me in her arms.

The touch was bliss , I felt content , my thoughts stopped running through my head , the disparity was long gone , laying down in the shell of her protective love , I was being urgent I thought ."The world was providential to have me with them , and I knew I had so much time with me to talk , to connect , to echo my words , to speak to them" I said to myself and smiled.