My Dear Child

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The church was decorated with wedding flowers and filled with the fragrance of love. Floral welcome set was eagerly waiting for the bride and the groom. The drums were banged at top volume, with trumpet as the brass. The invisible atoms carried the drumbeats to the world, showing them the sign of a typical Christian wedding. A white sedan came slowly into the church premises. It was decorated with colorful roses, indicating the presence of an incredibly special person in it. The rear-view mirror witnessed her sparkling eyes, she was eternally beautiful, and her smile was truly a bliss. Another sedan arrived beside the bride's one. He was smart and handsome. Dressed up in coat suit and looked like a prince of a rich country. The cameramen were busy in taking their stills as both the bride and the groom arrived. The overwhelming smile was exchanged from one sedan to another. The groom – James, opened the door of the bride's sedan – Angela, and helped her out with his one hand. By holding hands, they walked through the aisle archway inside the most prestigious church of Chennai. The musical instruments were started to play, and the choir started to sing the most blissful evergreen Christian songs. The priest started his wedding message and ended it with a holy prayer. From 5-year-old child to 75-year-old grandma, were present to witness the holy matrimony of two young birds. The dazzling thali chain and wedding rings were blessed by the priest with holy water in front of the almighty God. The oath was taken by the bride and the groom in front of the God. The blistering and glittering thali was hung on Angela's neck by James. The wedding ring was exchanged between the two blissful souls. The couples were sent off with a heart-warming wishes and prayers for their new life. Angela's family were at the peak of their happiness. Her father and her mother were in joyful tears, and her little brother was happy for her sister. Two young souls legally became one that day.

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Two legally bonded souls flew to Dubai a week after their wedding. James was working in Dubai as an HR in an MNC. Angela was a B.Sc undergraduate. She was reaching to an unfamiliar country, with her new hubby, with lot of expectation about her new life. They were all set to start their new life. James was earning well and showed immense love towards her wife. He would leave to work by 8 Am and will return home by 7 Pm. In between these 11 hours, Angela was all alone. She used to pass her time by sketching her thoughts. Once she started to sketch, she would involve her into that. For a couple of weeks after she reached Dubai, she used to sketch a lot. Her works would tell unimaginable stories, like a girl opening a door, where she witnesses herself with her baby. Also like, a girl with wings flying high out of darkness and reaching for the light from heaven. All her sketches tell stories. Life was smooth and slow, as it will be for most of the newly married couples. She often called her parents regularly, who were in Coimbatore. She also often receives call from her mother-in-law, who often ask for a grandchild. In India, the most important job for the parents is to marry their children to a good family, and after completing that task, they want to see their grandchildren, and after that, they want to see their grandchildren stand first in academics and then finally, they want to witness their marriage before they die. But Angela was not ready for that. She rarely got time to spend with her new hubby. There is one undeniable rule for the newly married couples which often many people forget; wedding is scary, opening yourself and being comfortable with someone takes time. So be patient with one another.

But Angela's mother-in-law always had this talk about having a baby and being a mother. After a month, Angela was ready to be a mother. She had her own dreams and expectation of having a girl child. She wanted to be a good mother and a good wife.

It was almost 8 pm, the door was knocked, and the doorbell was ringing. The door was then unlocked by Angela, and she could see James burning red hot in frustration. "Can't you come quick?", he shouted at her. Before she could utter a word, he threw his office bag forcefully on the couch. She had so many spectra of questions about James's mood, but she had no courage to ask him about it. Later that night in bed, James told her that he had lost his job. He was fired from his company for submitting fake certificates. Like a tracer bullet, this news struck the new couples out of nowhere. James was also in the home for a week, doing nothing. He barely spoke with Angela, and never considered that she exists. He often used to throw the utensils in anger, and Angela used to clean up the mess. Slowly the darkness tried to fill the gap between the two. The light started to dim in their lives. Angela told her father about all the problems that she was undergoing. And also, she told him that she was pregnant. Angela's father wanted to see his daughter. He said that he would come to Dubai to visit her.

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