It was an abominable night. Mira wakes up to an unambiguous dream. She was drenched and her dress seems to be wet.Looking here and there she noticed no one hung around .
"Why am I seeing all these?"
" I need to be happy now. My bonheur will arrive in one week. In between the shattered dreams, I can feel my bae find a cosy mattress within my womb".
"Hey! Baby Mignonne, are you scared? Mamma never expects to do this. Sorry baby".Mira patted over her tummy.
That was a random impetus. "With a tiny jerk before a swag, you will be going to hear this as you slowly peep out my princess". Mira continued.
Baby just tickled Mamma's tummy.
After uttering a final reply to the random hustles, worries and anxiety, baby Mignonne opened her eyes,that "window to the soul".At the end of all these ghastly moments, both of them were secure. Beginning from His grace and slowly brought into someone's arms , a little heart witb a new born face begins to revive life.
'Elara', my princess! Mira cuddled.
Elara licked her lips and hunched. She seems like a fairy with brown silky hair, a round face, lengthy fingers, lean and golden skin tone. Elara gazed at Grandma and giggled. Grandma took little Mignonne in her arms.
Oh no...Grandma resonates.
'Little jackanapes, you spoiled my dress. Don't you see any other area to pee?'
Again baby Elara giggled.
Grandma smiled and began to walk holding her in their arms.Visitors filled the rooms.Everyone were excited to see the tiny creature.But Mira most awaited for the discharge,to get back to her happy place.
The days of rushes and smell of medicines was finally over.
It took hours for Mira to get discharged.They reached home by the end of the day after all hospital formalities.
Elara was now surrounded by happy faces when she was brought home. She was perplexed to see a lot of new faces welcoming her.
"All are excited to see me".
(Elara smiled at heart and her eyes got twinkled)
"Yes, this is my abode".Elara hushed out of pleasure.
Days of joys and smiles got trimmed to six years of her arrival and no one was aware of the years passed.
In a dream awhile the toddler grew. She loved to hang out and drove a small circle of friends. They roamed around, cared for each other, played and bounced in joys and sorrows.
Elara was a girl of her own. A soft-spoken soul but still a chatterbox to her dearest ones.
One fine morning, she woke up from bed. She hurried to the kitchen and asked Mira, "Mamma, what is the most beautiful thing in this world?"
Mira got puzzled and In a couple of minute she took a shot.
"Every creation is a wonder baby doll".She smiled and walked away.
Suddenly Elara held her mother's hands and replied.
"No,you are wrong mamma. It's the sky".
Mira just patted her shoulder and stood back to her work. Elara felt disappointed. Thoughts are different. Choices went on changing. Simply she walked keeping it in mind.
As days passed, her excitement hiked. She was more interested in knowing about the moon and stars.
Looking at the sky and clouds she began to portray those icons as characters of her ideal world. Moon became the saviour of her panic dreams.
Her heart drummed for a true astrophile who staged her life in the sky with night, starry dreams. CONTINUED...