““Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.” - from Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix, J.K.Rowling
“There’s very little hope Miss. Nene. The child is not responding to the medicines at all. In fact, his body cannot take in such strong doses, as it is very weak. We’ve tried our best. Its all up to God’s wishes now.” Maria took in the news with disbelief. Her two year old son was diagnosed with blood cancer, and now the doctors were telling her this – that, there was no hope!
It couldn’t be happening. She had brought her baby to the best hospital possible, spending away all her savings. They simply could not give up this way. She tried pleading, but the doctors shook their heads helplessly and walked away.
After three days, the small baby breathed his last. And Maria’s whole world collapsed. After her lover, her child too was no more with her. She had no more tears left to shed. It was traumatic enough for her, when Tony decided to cheat on her, when she was pregnant carrying his child. After days and nights of continuous fights and arguments, he walked out of the house one day, never to return. All these had put immense strain on Maria, that out of depression, she started taking refuge in sleeping pills and other drugs/sedatives. Little did she realize, her reliance on these un-prescribed drugs were extremely harmful for her unborn baby. It had resulted in her child being extremely weak after it was born.
And with a small-time job to hang on to, to keep both mother-child alive; leaving the child at day care didn’t help matters at all. The baby was deprived of essentials like a mother’s milk and proper nurturing. But now, there was no use thinking about it. Her baby was no more, and she came to an empty house everyday that gnawed at her.
She couldn’t bear it anymore. She wanted to go away from it all. Leave everything and move far away; where this pain couldn’t reach her. Was there any such place? There were the drugs to calm her, but she hated them now. She had thrown them all away. They were the reason her child was badly affected at premature, and eventually lost his life.
“Job of Governess vacant. Apply urgently,” Maria glanced at the classified ad. She looked away hopelessly throwing the paper. She couldn’t even bring up her own child properly, how could she look after someone else’s? They may also end up dying due to her, she thought negatively. She was a cursed soul. But even then, she slowly found herself applying for it. The job opening was in Dubai, and she desperately wanted to get away from Bombay – which hounded her continuously, with painful memories of her lost child and the cheater lover. Maybe, once she got to Dubai, she could apply for some other job too, she thought ~ a little ray of hope dawning.
Once Maria landed in Dubai, she met young Shadab, who was to be under her care. Barely 8 eight years old, Shadab had only his father. His mother was with the angels in the house of fairies, he told her.
“She looks over me from above, all the time,” he said, pointing at the skies, “But what to do, God was feeling lonely with no company, so he called her up one day. But I’ll surely meet her some day,” Shadab said, with a hopeful smile. “Till then, will you be my mummy?”
His innocent question baffled Maria. She was rendered speechless. Shadab sensed her discomfort and quickly added, “I mean not in that way. My father will never marry anyone else you see; he loved my mother too much. But I miss her a lot. I just wanted little love, like my mummy used to. I want you to love me like my mummy, that’s all.”
Maria couldn’t control her emotions. She hugged young Shadab close to her bosom. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Of course, I’ll love you son. Like your mummy,” she said.
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