Anit and Sara met for the first time on a monsoon morning at their university gate on the first day of the university. Access letter in hand and curiosity in their eyes, they found a shy conversation that flourished in a quiet friendship. Soon the buzz of group pressure and the sensation of new freedom led them both to a smoky habit of Sara with one cigarette a day, Anit dares five a day.
Years passed and their band was deepened by stay in the late night and shared dreams. At the age of 24 they got away calmly and then first got married under open skies, for months, with their families in the neighborhood smiling. Life seemed full of promise until they decided to found a family.
Their joy changed to grief when Sara was miscarriage to twelve weeks. In the serene sterilized room of a doctor, they learned that smoking had damaged both egg and sperm. They tried again fearlessly. After twenty weeks, another pregnancy broke off as a result of organ abnormalities in the baby, found on the ultrasound. A soft soul that could have landed on earth was lost by the habit they embraced for comfort.
With the third attempt, their bodies bore the full costs. Anit’s Hope Dimmed with every medical report that sperm explained in numbers that fell. Sara’s dreams about motherhood felt further away than ever. Their proximity, once easy as a dawn light, was tense. . Even a simple touch between them now reminded them of everything they had lost.
A rainy afternoon, a friendly specialist spoke words that cut their hearts: “Stop now and can heal your bodies.” That was the moment they chose change. Cold morning runs through dew wet fields, plates piled up with clear fruit, evenings of calm breathing became their new rhythm, early rituals.
For two years their change went on, Anit saw the power return and sperm thickening. Six months later, Sara’s laugh sounded lighter and cycles were consistent. It was the time for that one day for them where two years of night mare wake their nights again with calm miracle, free of fear and spent a quality time in intimating. And finally, against all the expectations, a small heartbeat filled their world with the good news of their gynec about Sara’s pregnancy, kept them more dedicated to their routine careful, disciplined and emotionally grounded until the very last moment of pregnancy.
“Ahhhhhh! Finnyyy.”
On a clear spring morning they held their healthy child for the first time, which was the evidence that hope, such as fresh green leaves after the fire, can always return.
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