The Village Girl

Chapter One - [Aaryan]

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Seeing the child... holding in my arms... something changed inside of me.

I was no longer the same man I was moments ago.

Seetha had become my life, obviously... but somehow, this child had become even more than that. This child was my blood. Half of me and half of the love of my life, and there was something special about that.

As people cheered, all I could think of was that I wanted to give this child absolutely everything. That, and the fact that I did not know how to thank Seetha for blessing me with such a gift.

My life was forever changed.

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My father stayed with us for a few days before saying that he needed to return to the palace. I knew I should have gone with him... Seetha too... but I wanted Seetha to rest before a long journey.

I also thought it would be better for Seetha.

Her mother was here.

She needed her mother. Her mother was teaching her how to be a mother... how to breastfeed and care for Little Aathi... and that would be best for him too.

My father was a little reluctant but eventually agreed. He agreed with me. He knew I was right.

So after spending some time enjoying the festival at Nandioor, though spending most of his time at the Western Fort, my father left with the army of men who crowded this tiny village.

And I did not realize how much of a good idea saying here was until a little later.

Unlike my father, I stayed at Seetha's tiny home. Though living here had its... problems–like the little privacy we had– it also had a lot of benefits.

Aathavan would often wake up at all hours of the night, wailing like a demon.

I never understood how such a sound could come out of such a tiny thing.

Seetha was always up to tend to him first. She would try to feed him and usually that worked, but sometimes he would continue to wail. When that happened, miraculously Seethas mother, or even her sister-in-law, Maya, would show up, scoop the child into their arms, and bounce him up and down or coo at him while still being half asleep themselves.

Somehow they always succeeded in quieting him down. It was magical, to some extent. I assumed it was because they had done it so many times before, but whatever the case, I was quite grateful.

As soon as her mother or sister-in-law would come to the rescue, Seetha, exhausted from no sleep, would collapse back onto her mat, trusting her family to handle it.

I imagined what it would be like back at home... with just Seetha and I in our room.

It would be disastrous.