A new baby born. The first offspring of a small-town, middle-class family. For children are but all the same, but for parents, their child is always the most beautiful. And so was this one. He was never laid alongside other infants because he was comparatively healthier and they didn’t want him to be voodooed. He was all that the parents had ever asked of God. Even when he crossed a quarter of a year, still, people could hardly lift him up. The parents were on the 9th cloud when their baby became Lord Krishna in a local temple on Janmashtmi Day. He was in a perambulator, with people serving him butter and crystallized sugar lumps, moving the perambulator and taking his blessings. He resembled Krishna in the lordly dress he was wearing, with a peacock feather at the forehead.
But sooner than later they realized how critical a situation this could lead them to. Excessive butter and sugar made him severely ill. The condition became so critical that he had to be shifted to the hospital in urgency. They straight took him to the emergency ward. In no time, the happiness of the parents was being shattered to the ground.
The hospital belonged to one of the friends of the baby’s father. Doctors kept on for as long as a week with regular checkups and treatments taking place all in time. But unable to make any confirming progress or a bit of good news. Parents’ concerns intensified with every passing moment. Or let us say, the time wasn’t even making a progress at all. The father had a formal talk with the doctor because the baby was getting all pale now. He was suffering from serious constipation that even after 7 eternal days in the ICU, there wasn’t any progress. Parents combated with the doctor for keeping them in dark, blanking out their friendship, for their only child was at stake. Before long, they took him to DMC, one of the most proficient hospitals of the state.
He was again moved to the emergency ward. And while the baby lay unconscious on the hospital bed, getting treatments, parents were losing all hopes of improvement of their kid. His body was getting blue. They cried all day long. The bundle of joy now pivoted from a perambulator to roller coaster.
Inside, the doctors were finding it difficult to even search for a vein in his skinny body, which once was reckoned a healthy mass. And what they did next was injecting a syringe into the brain-vein. He had become thin as a skeleton. And even the tears had dried up by now. “God finally needed him back”, they thought.
Thankfully, the time wasn’t that abominable. Though it took days for meliorations, and though he could never get rid of his skinny image ever after, he got well.
And I never became Krishna ever again…
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