Purnima Mirchandani refused to let
circumstances get her down, although there had been enough reason for
her to feel sad. Here's how she first decided to adopt a child.
She sat by the window listening to the falling rain, seeing the children splashing in the puddles in glee - weaving pictures in her mind - thinking of what would be â€¦â€¦â€¦
Here she was, alone all day, in silence, listening only to her thoughts
that centered around one thing - a child. When would she have that
child to hold in her arms - the one who would call her "Mama", the one
who would steal her heart and hold it in the palm of her hand? When
would that day arrive?
She did everything to take her mind off that mental picture, falling
headlong into her career, trying to find a distraction in mundane
affairs, but that image was too deeply imprinted in her mind. She watched other children and wondered why she felt so bereft. Why did she have this need to have her own? She tried spending time with other's children - her friend's children and her students, but there was a strange void in her life.
Finally, she took the plunge - and to her utter amazement - found that
things fell into place. One night, she casually brought up the topic
with her best friend (who also happens to be her life partner) and
suggested adoption - and right away, in the next instant he agreed
wholeheartedly, and wished for a daughter. That night, for the first
time in years, she slept with a song in her heart.
There was a flurry of activity. Once the first step was taken, the next
step was informing the family of their decision. Their reaction was a
surprise! His mother, who was over the age of eighty, said she too had
wanted to suggest adoption. Her parents also supported them after being
sure that they knew what they were going in for.
Then came the paperwork. The caseworker summed it up by saying what was on their minds: "You want the baby right away."
Her husband gave her a little plaque saying "Love comes to the heart
through the arms of a mother" - it touched her heart. She would finally
have a little one in her arms! Those months dragged so!
One day they were taken to see the baby. What a little bundle - and
what a lovely smile! She climbed up in Purnima's arms and snuggled like
she belonged there. He was scared to hold her - she was such a
precious little bundle. She stole into their hearts and firmly took
hold of them.
What a homecoming! The entire family was there to welcome and bless her.
It was overwhelming for them. Their hearts were brimming with
happiness. Nothing could top this feeling!
An old Hindi film song goes (translated) "Little child, what is in your
fist? Our destiny is in your fist!" It really is true. She is now a
grown-up girl - almost a woman - and her parents' destiny is in her fist!
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