filled with space

This is where my journey starts. Maybe this is where all journeys start,in the plasticity of the amnoitic fluid.On a fateful day in the month of Ashwin I am ready to enter this world of the unknowns.My mother,Prabha, was braiding her hair.A thick strand pulled to the front as she slides one over the other,her face clear on the mirror surface.She admires those long lashes bringing a smile to her lips.The child would have her eyes probably a girl she think as the voice of her father -in-law is coming from the yard. Her fingers move quickly over the hair as she tries to stand the swollen tummy making it difficult.A crow caws somewhere, is that bad omen. The rooms only cealing fan is rotatating at a lesiurly pace hardly causing any change in energy. Asoj can be very hot,today it is cooler than usual but the humidity is making the air stuffy.She senses someone walk in the anteroom,'everything all right nani maiya ..do you need me to get you anything',It is the Tharu women,short,swarthy standing by the arched portal to her room.
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