Hate, Love, Desire, Loathing

Struggle

Doubt.

The word speaks for itself. It could've been the worst word that existed had regret, guilt, jealousy, selfishness not overrode it. But at that moment, Angela's life was filled with doubt, and she was positive it was the worst word.

The three month pregnant bride-to-be was sitting in front of the computer. Her fiancé' was to return the next day morning. She had just finished chatting with him and since that was the last deed of the day, she switched off the computer. His one month trip to the foreign land of England had come as a shock to her, but she eventually warmed up to the idea. It had been decided that she and Hari would have the wedding once he came back.

The two of them had met in college and fallen in love with each other. They dreamed of getting married after they were financially stable, and once they settled down, they’d bring life to a child or two. In all their perfect planning, there had been but one flaw. Angela became pregnant before they could even get a job. This uncalled for event shook their entire world. They had to work hard to make sure that they would be able to lead a stable life. After all, that child was their pride and soul, and they had to do all they could to welcome their babe into a happy environment.

Angela closed her eyes, yet she had trouble sleeping. What if they had made a mistake? They were children of staunch religious customs. She was Christian, which lowered the tension for her, but Hari was from a Hindu background, and they were completely against inter-caste marriages, inter-religion had not even been on their list. All their efforts in convincing their parents went futile. They were thrown out, to fend from themselves, as a punishment to bring shame and dishonor to the families. At the moment they were staying over at a friend’s house. She was very generous, but the couple knew that they could not over stay their welcome.

The last two months, since they found out about her condition, had been very hard on the couple. The compulsion to fare well at work was at its peak. Hari often worked overtime and Angela too, though on Hari’s insistence she worked from home. Lying on her bed Angela wondered how exactly they would make it out of this situation, or if they would even make it.

The next morning, Hari was welcomed with open arms at Priya’s house by both Priya and Angela. After a little chat, her escorted Angela to their room, kissed her affectionately and head off to take a bath. Once he was out, he informed her of his promotion at work. Angela took the next five minutes just processing what he had told her. Then, all hell broke loose. She squealed in delight and expressed every ounce of happiness. She had stated to believe they were fighting a lost battle, but Hari’s promotion, lightened her darkened spirits. It gave her the little thing that she needed to keep pushing forward – Hope.

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(7 months later)

A beautiful baby boy was born. Both of their parents still refused to acknowledge their grandchild. But for some reason, this did not affect either of the couple. It had taken nine whole months and loads and loads of hard work to raise the money they needed, not only to buy their own house, but also to make sure that their darling had all his basic requirements fulfilled.

It was not only a result of hard work though. It was more of a turn of luck. A few chance connections here and there, coupled with the immense talent and dedication, along with the little, yet, convincing experience they had, got them where they are. What exactly did they do? Hari was a financial advisor, and Angela was a job consultant. They worked in the same company, on reasonable good statuses. They knew exactly what it would be like to be financially unstable, searching for the most appropriate job, fitting in with the daily activities. Those critical nine months had proved to be the experience of a life time. Maybe, just maybe, it was also the reason they also had become so polished at their jobs.

There are times that we feel that the world is turning against us. It is at these moments that we need to hold on and believe in ourselves. Everyone gets a happy ending, and if you’re not happy, it’s not the end yet.

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