Sweven

“You still look so beautiful!”Arman said. I adjusted my pleats and smiled at him. It was almost two years since I was wearing a low drape saree. “Stop it,”I replied giving him a friendly punch on his muscular arm. Just then, I heard wailings of a little child. I rushed to the other room and was terrified to look at the scene in front of me. Raashi was in the midst of shards of glasses and blood. I was stunned and could not even move as tears flowed down my cheek. I watched Arman as he took Raashi in his arms, took out the shards, sang a lullaby to her, took out his car and drived us to the hospital. Raashi’s feet, which were injured, sticked to his kurta and made it all red. We rushed her to the emergency ward as soon as we reached hospital. When Raashi was being operated, I asked Arman in sobs,”How do you stay strong, when you see your child like this?” He replied,”The artist behind a beauty stays strong even when it comes out to be really ugly and people call him names for his work. So why can’t I?”