Maya held the bunch of yellow tulips and took in the fragrance. This was the only constant thing in her insane life which shifted gears every other day. 5 years of marital bliss, being as much in love with her man, at the pinnacle of her career, what else did she need? A barren womb is what made her otherwise beautiful life dull and colorless. They had been trying to conceive for 3 years but she had not gotten pregnant.
Nothing is wrong with the two of you, give it time is what the doctors told them. Fingers were pointed at her, “effects of a sedentary lifestyle and taking the pill, all because you were not ready to embrace motherhood”. She endured them for she had started feeling it’s her fault. Over time, like those tulips which had withered away, she had started to wither. Her job, reading, photography- nothing excited her anymore.
The day she overheard her MIL talk about getting her son remarried to a fertile girl who could bear them the family heir, something snapped in her.
The constant struggle to become a mother was more of an attempt to prove to the world that she was not barren, she realized she was losing herself in the midst of this mindless battle. She needed time, to get away and refocus on other things. When the time was right and she was ready to be a mother, she would become one. A child not born of her womb would nevertheless be her child, she would be no less of a mother if she did not give birth.
With that she signed up for the year long assignment in Zurich. She hoped Rohan would understand. As she stood at the airport,the yellow tulips from him were with her today. Their fragrance made her smile, she promised to nurture them, they symbolized her once battered soul which was now slowly recuperating.
Image courtesy: Teloflora
((This post has been written for the second edition of BAR-A-THON, the fortnight-long blogging marathon for bloggers everywhere! My theme is “7 colours of the rainbow ROYGBIV”. I present a Flash Fiction in 300 words based on one colour for each day of the challenge and blend it with something that personifies that colour))