Ami...Miss. Sen

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He would stand at the gate until the time I manage to come & hold his finger –“who took whom to the room was only known to us-



I used to walk holding his hand, he would narrate colours to me- especially when we used to visit Puja pendals he tried his best to paint picture in my mind – for me a line “ Durga Maa dressed in
red saaree is sitting on a red lion with blue lights on the back ground” meant nothing to me ….I would not understand a single word….not a single ….trust me neither “Durga Maa”…..nor blue
light….all were just words for me without any meaning……..but still I would ask him……”more”…”Pop tell me more.. What else …..which is the most beautiful thing you see…

Submitted: January 28, 2018

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Ami …Miss Sen

 

Five letter word ………five letters … which had no relevance to me  at one time…“Light”, what it means, what it is – really was unknown to me.

 

“Ami Miss Sen” yeah “The most beautiful princess in this world” – I have grown listening to these words, many times in a day …every day … since the time I had started understanding the language.

These words were spoken by someone whom people call by the name Dr. A. Sen, for me he was “Pop”, my “Pop”, the one who had always adored – the reason only known to him.

Today I am sitting and recollecting the moments & memories, it’s a very special day in my life – it has come after 9 years……as a young girl a really special day for me….. I recollected what once my “Pop” shared with me two years back.

………………………..but the doctor can’t we go for some other option….No Dr.Sen, not at all.. you are also a medic, who will understand better than you- please decide fast…we have very limited time … we can give a try to save the baby but it can be fatal for the mother- suggest Dr. Sen………. Please be quick

…..Go ahead and try to save the baby – I know the doctor you and your team will give your best-…. Dr. Sen replied.

The calendar is showing as 21st of November 2001, the clock is showing time 14:24:31 – “Miss Sen” was born, …….Dr. Sen you are blessed with a baby girl, both mother & baby are critical, we are shifting them to ICU……….a bit serious. When it comes to own family & loved ones the renowned Dr. A. Sen, who had cured so many critical patients, was unable to understand the way out. Six sleepless nights and finally the baby was out of NICU.

30th November was the day when I first entered the apartment of my “Pop” which was on the 9th floor at Wood Street.  Pop says that the room was beautifully decorated & I was not ready to lie on the bed, mom was recovering slowly, she was weak, doctors had advised not to feed me as she was on medications.

 There was a lap where this beautiful princess was very comfortable, she uses to sleep for 12 to 14 hours …..but it has to be the lap of her “Pop”.

31st of December a small get together was planned at our residence, this was the day when he first noticed …….something is wrong, What he had once read in medicine books seems to be a reality, after the party he called one of his friends & spoke about his doubts, next day early morning mom and he was at his friends hospital & the doubt came into reality – I was suffering from a congenital eye defect. As per him, his love increased many folds for me from that day, as a doctor he started finding out the all possible ways to overcome it.

I very well remember – whenever anyone would suggest him that he should buy a “white cane “ for me so that I could learn using it while walking he would burst in anger – “ No she will be fine soon” she would say to mom. One uncle suggested him to teach me Braille,  but he would say no she will hold the pen one day.

After pressing the bell he would stand at the door  – I had heard only one line every day “ where is my princess ….where is my beautiful angel …….can she hold my hand & take me to my room……

He would stand at the gate until the time I manage to come & hold his finger –“who took whom to the room was only known to us- it was then that the story session used to start & it continued until the time I went to bed – in dreams holding my “Pop” very tight.

Days were passing by I was growing- In a dark world, “switch off the light she is sleeping “

These lines were never understood by me, what is a light & what is meant by switch off….she is my most beautiful princess – what is beautiful & what is not so….. How to define…not known to me. What I knew was that “I am the most beautiful” as per my Pop & rest everyone in this world is not so…..

I used to walk holding his hand, he would  narrate colours to me- especially when we used to visit Puja pendals he tried his best to paint picture in my mind – for me a line “ Durga Maa dressed in red saaree is sitting on a red lion with blue lights on the back ground” meant nothing to me ….I would not understand a single word….not a single ….trust me neither “Durga Maa”…..nor blue light….all were just words for me without any meaning……..but still I would ask him……”more”…”Pop tell me more.. What else …..which is the most beautiful thing you see….he would say something…then pause for a while …hold my face ….and the same lines would echo my ears “My most beautiful princess”  …she is the most beautiful thing on this earth.

But he always had one belief that I will be able to see the world one day.

I heard him discussing with Mom one day that he had sent my file to Wills Eye Hospital, Philadelphia, they have agreed to study the case and very soon we have to travel for treatment.

But to me “Pop told that we are going on vacations, where he will show new things from his eyes. We all started & after hours of traveling, we had reached a place where for me air smelled a bit different.

Next day Pop told that we have to meet a doctor friend who will like to examine my eyes….”Eyes….what are eyes…..what do we do with them Pop?”…..First time I heard a broken voice of my Pop, probably he was crying … “We see the world with our eyes”……SEE….POP SEE…how can we see? What do you mean by “SEE?”

COME DARLING LET’S RUSH…Pop shouted holding my hand.

We used to spend entire days, I heard discussions between Pop & other doctor Uncles but it meant just voices to me …..

Finally one day I was informed by Pop that I will HAVE TO SLEEP IN THE HOSPITAL WITHOUT HOLDING POP and doctor uncles would like to see “WHY MY PRINCESS IS SO BEAUTIFUL”…

I was bit nervous but …..His words were always my strength.

I heard Pop telling someone over the phone... that the operation was for seven hours & as per the doctors it was successful….but they will only come to know after six days…..In these six days, I haven’t heard the snores of my dad, it means he hasn’t slept, it was just intermittent naps that kept him in acton….

 

Finally, it was the sixth day ……..I could hear many voices …..One aunt asked me what you would like to see……..for me “SEE” was an unknown word….still I gathered courage and asked...

Do you have a child?

Yeah, beautiful daughters like you, but I think you are more than her…. she replied.

Does your daughter consider herself beautiful? I asked

Yeah…..she stands in front of a mirror & admires her beauty...

“MIRROR”….what is mirror????

You can see yourself...was the reply...

Only yourself? I asked again...

No, I mean anyone standing in front will be able to see….say …If you & I stand in front of the mirror you will be able to see both of us….Doctor aunty replied.

Ok…

So can you please call my Pop…I said...

Yeah……sure

Pop….I want you to take me to a mirror…..aunty is saying we can see ourselves.

Wait, darling….. Walk slowly a doctor said.

I held the finger of “Pop” very tight……

Doctors were removing the bandage from my eyes…It was paining….I held the finger more firmly….as the cotton was removed ….one doctor made me stand in opposite direction….

I could feel Pop’s hands on my shoulder…….

“Miss Sen…….try to open your eyes….a doctor said” they had always seen Pop addressing me by this name.

“Miss Sen”……….

Hmm…but I can’t……I said holding my “Pop’s” hands which were on my shoulder...

“Try”…. Another doctor said

Finally ……the words touched my ears.

“My most beautiful Princess will open her eyes slowly”…very slowly...

Firming my grip I tried again……The moment eyelids separated I screamed loudly……& closed it again….

Once again very slowly I tried to open the eyelids…….& came to knew WHAT LIGHT IS….my heartbeat was fast …… I gathered courage & saw an object in front of me where I could see……

“ A MAN WHOM I HAD ALWAYS FELT, SMELLED & TOUCHED” for the first time after eight years of my birth  I was able to see how he looked & a little girl standing in front of him…..whom he always called the most beautiful……

 

‘Pop …..my pop….I could hear his heart…….being a doctor he hated crying….but his hands were telling his heart..

How do you feel…one doctor asked……. I feel like closing my eyes again….it hurts…..

I heard……doctors saying to each other…” congratulations operation was successful “ cover her eyes take her to the recovery center….

 

Today when I am recollecting these memories on a very special day…..I heard the doorbell & ran before my mom to open the gate…..same words

where is my princess ….where is my beautiful angel …….can she hold my hand & take me to my room……I held his finger & took him to a well-decorated room….balloons….danglers…photos…& a cake…

“Happy Birthday Papa…. See a red balloon…..see a blue light…..see a lion-shaped cake, Maa Durga image on the wall & ……………… Ami…Miss Sen……”

 

 


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