9 months

Pregnancy: A period of nine months with a hundred stories. When observance is a celebration. Suspence is thirlling, yet imperturbable.When one marvels the work of the supernatural. When the body becomes a complex factory in production, totally autonomous and oblivious towards the mind. The magical consciousness of life within life. Sensitivity of touch and movement. Perhaps the only period in life when "i cannot survive without you" is more practical than emotional. The only period when it is the absolute truth.
The feeling that one has to stay alive for another beings being maybe termed egocentric, but is the most filling and energising emotion that perhaps only a woman can experience. " My life matters .... at least for now".

Ladder

There exists a ladder of life. Some people climb up the ladder and some climb down. There are some who are just standing around the ladder and some far away from it. People climbing down the ladder hold the hand of the one standing beside the ladder so as to check their fall. Those climbing up the ladder hold the hand of the one standing beside so that the climb is made easier. I am like the one who stands beside the ladder. Neither moving up nor down. Life goes on. People move up and people move down. I am going no where ....