IT was a cloudy may morning. I was lying asleep on my bed. My mother came up to me. She woke me up to get ready for the school. I could feel the warmth of her affection. Softly she pulled the quilt down and took me in her lap. I was still sleepy but she managed to get me out of the bed and wrapping me up in her hands, she took me out in our balcony. She then made me sit on a knitted swing that hanged up on a hook there. My eyes were closed but I could feel the sunlight. As I opened my eyes a little, I could notice the sky full of clouds, where slowly sun was rising above the horizon. It would have been around six in the morning. All the houses in my vision were still wet. “May be it would have rained all night!” I was imagining various things all by my self when something touched my lips. It was the glass of milk, my mother had brought for me to drink. It began to drizzle by then. I started taking small sips. When my mother noticed that I was almost awake, she told me to hold the glass and finish the milk while she did all other preparations. However, to her shock I was shivering. Earlier she associated it with the cold weather, though few seconds later she noticed froth all around my mouth. She screamed and called my dad. She was really scared. I was just 8 then.
My dad took me in his lap and headed towards the door. He told my mother not to worry and took me to a doctor who lived few houses away from ours. My chacha accompanied us. There, after the check up, doctor injected some medicine and made an assumption that a worm has entered my brain. He then suggested my dad to head towards the hospital.
He took me back to our home to fetch his bike. But when we reached home, he realized that his bike was at a friend’s place. Uncle’s house was at the extreme corner of the street we lived at. He then went to pick the bike but all in vein. It had started raining heavily by then and as obvious, it was impossible to take the bike in such heavy rain especially when our street was overflowing with water, which could almost reach his knees. He had no option but to take me back home. I lied in bed with fever and my mother sitting beside me with tears in her eyes, worry on her face, and one hand over my head consoling me and with the other, she held my hand.
Later that day I went for a city scan with dad. Obviously a lot of anxious moments were spent before the reports arrived. Nevertheless, the reports were a relief. After the reports came, the doctor told my dad that the worm had formed a cyst in a tiny portion of my brain. However, he assured my dad that everything was normal. Firstly, the cyst was very small. Secondly, though it was a rare case, but the cyst had formed on an outer part that could not affect my brain and harm me in anyway.
My medication began and it took 3 long years for it to end. Meanwhile I went through few EEGs as well. Nevertheless, not only the cyst completely disappeared, but also doctors were amazed to see that I was completely all right!
Another case when something unusual happened in our life and things were all good in the end was the birth of my younger brother. At the time of my younger brother’s birth, my mother was supposed to go through a cesarean section surgery as she had a problem of abnormally placed placenta. The baby was heavy and we were all worried thinking of her complications.
Then, one morning during the eighth month of her pregnancy, she was doing some work in kitchen. There was some water split on the floor and completely unaware she slipped on it. She fell both legs apart and we rushed her to the doctor. To our amazement the gynecologist was smiling and she said “it is no less than a miracle. Her placenta has shifted to its normal place. She’ll have a normal delivery.” As the doctor had said she had a healthy and normal baby. In fact he is the youngest and most pampered of us all.
Today eight years have passed to that incident. Indeed there have been many such cases when I or any other member of our family has survived without major losses as such.
We always hear that god is there for us. At that time my parents were “GOD IN DISGUISE” for me. In every phase of our life god keeps helping us in some or the other to make us realize his/her presence. Everybody has there own image of a god. I don’t have any image in particular though I firmly believe that there is some energy that controls everything and keeps helping us in the form of boons and blessings in disguise....
