The Elation Of Crying
When I first came to the Earth, I was given to a man with a white coat. Everyone was calling him a ‘ Doctor’. He took me softly in his arms but out of a sudden, he started patting my back ruthlessly. I was shaken, and I cried. I didn’t know what sin I had committed that he hit me; I hadn’t even kicked him, like I used to kick my mother sometimes, when I was really mad at her. When the first tear flew out of my eye and I whined, even my own parents were smiling! There was an atmosphere of rejoice in my family and not even one of them had scolded the ‘doctor’ for his actions. I was hurt. I cried even more after that insensitive behavior. But soon, I was given to my mother, who was careful with me. Later, I was informed about why my tears mattered so much at that hour. Then I grew up and became a tiny girl who was independent enough to walk. I held pride in plodding without any help