The midnight ringing of the phone left him panicking. His hands trembled as he picked up the receiver. The heart was in his mouth – “at this late hour, I hope all is well”. With a dry and a just-woke-up throat, he managed whispering a “hello”. That was the only word he spoke. That and “You take care, I am on my way” at the end. He packed a few clothes hurriedly. No fear, no sleep, just plain meticulous working – things going in bags, things getting done. Alert mind working and thinking. Why, he even texted his boss!
He had arranged a pick up for himself. As soon as the taxi arrived, he hauled his bag. Bags and a child safety seat. As the taxi zoomed through the traffic, he relaxed. Or, he tried to relax. He called her up but got no reply. The beads of sweat started trickling again. He was cursing himself. “Why am I not with her – now, when she needs me the most.” His high profile, busy life – carried no meaning now. He had not been there for her birthdays, anniversaries and now - when she was in hospital. Yes, he was right to curse himself. His silent prayers rose – “Keep her safe, Lord. I love her.”
Every second brought him nearer to her – and, this gave him strength. The red light of the OT was switched on when he reached the hospital. He tried to calm down. She was in there.
He sat, he stood, he paced and he waited. They came out at length. The nurse eyed his stuff and giggled, “You really should have got a pink car seat, sir”. “A pink car seat??” “Yes sir, I am told, girls her age, like pink color the best.” His eyes watered. She held his hand and patted it. She had seen many like him. “Yes sir, the prettiest daughter – both she and the mother are safe. You may see them now.”
I am late in making submission to the Trifecta : week Seventeen but nevertheless, I am sharing my take on the photo-challenge of this week.