When I was born...

I have lived 22 years when this December 31st comes. Thinking about my birth does not make me wonder how my 0th birthday might have been but instead, upsets me because nobody remembers anything of their birth. What we hear from people who may have been present on that day is all we imagine our birth to be. Similarly, what I account for here, is what I know of my birth from cumulative collections made over these 22 years.
A strikingly beautiful muslim woman in her late 20's sat down to have her mid day snack at about 11:30 am, in her small but well kept little house in the outskirts of Madras. Pregnant after 5 years of her marriage to a handsome Bengali hindu, the last thing she imagined was being unable to finish her snack. Half way done with the couple of idlis she felt a pang of pain in her lower stomach. Confusing it was because she felt like she had to use the toilet but little did she know that my house inside her stomach had just crashed leaving me breathless.

Rushed to the the nearest hospital, my mother realized that there was a possibility that I was gasping for air. The doctor immediately called for an operation..to rip open my little home inside her big tummy. The moment was captured,. My birth: 02:26 pm on that terrific Thursday. I heard I was pink in color and quite a big baby. Curly locks of hair fell all over my face and my eyes were nice and round. Little did I know, that on that day my LIFE started. I did not have a history that I remembered of nor did I have friends from the past.

A clean slate ,with my life , for me to write was presented before me. Thinking about the order in which I first saw humans, I guess it must be, the doctor with her big glasses, the nurse forcing me to shut up and bathe, my artist uncle who held me first to sketch me and my dad , who I'm sure felt stupid because he was second to hold me. He had not an idea about who he was holding. The brat named Aparna Parbati Ghosh!!!