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Ammini was now used to her life at the Military grounds in Colaba. It was now about 6 months since she was living in the tiny quarters that were assigned to her husband Ramchandra and that she had come to live in, in Bombay. They lived in the house with Ramchandra's mother Devaki Devi and his younger sister Subadhra. Adjusting to the small space had been difficult for a few days for everyone, but once the routine set in, they were all happy and had established their own rhythm.
Ammini's mother-in-law had insisted that the inner room was for the newly married couple. Devaki Devi was wise enough to know that however close they all were with each other and however nice the relationship between her and her daughter-in-law was, the young couple needed their privacy and space to get to know each other too. After all, complaining about life and sorting things out was something she remembered doing well with her husband Govinda too. Those were moments she remembered most fondly, the end of the day conversations, the understanding nods and grunts her husband made because he just wanted to doze off to sleep. She smiled as she remembered that sometimes he didn't even pay attention to what she was saying. Such is a long life with a husband, she thought as she fell asleep in the front room of the quarters.
Just on the other side of the wall, Ammini settled down in bed next to her husband. She could only sleep for a few hours lying down as her childhood asthma had not left her body. Working in the cloth mills had weakened her system very quickly and she had had to stop going to work because of her deteriorating health. She remembered how she'd felt inadequate having to stop going to the mill as working and earning some money had given her some confidence. But, that was also taken away quickly because of her health. 'No schooling, no work, no probable future, no husband' , she found her old negative thoughts pass through her head a couple of times and then felt Ramchandra hold her in a warm embrace. He asked her if she'd had a good day. Her thoughts got called back to the present and she quickly reminded herself that she was being silly. Her husband was right next to her and her fortunes had changed. She promised herself to try and lie down for as long as she could possibly manage. This way she was held by her husband and she wanted to milk every moment of being cherished and belonging that she loved. She wasn't fond of being held tight because her breath felt constricted but just with her husband, her heart led the way. There was no logical reasoning why she didn't feel breathless when he held her. So, she stopped trying to understand and just enjoyed the feeling. However, she also knew that eventually she would have to wake up and sit down for some time because lying down made her unable to breathe properly after a few hours. This was something which just seemed to get worse with time.
Anyway, she had other things to focus on. It had been a month and more since she had had her periods and she was already busy having conversations with the baby in her tummy. Now it was high time to reveal this to Ramchandra. She snuggled up to him and whispered that she had spent a lovely day thinking of what it would be like if they had a child. Ramchandra didn't seem to catch on, so she held his hand and placed it on her tummy. In the dim light of the room, with just the ceiling fan moving at a moderate pace, she heard Ramchandra breathe in deeply and breathe out a beautiful smile. He held her close and said "You will be the best Amma, my Ammini". Ammini giggled and then stopped because she hadn't heard herself giggle a lot before. She said "Oh" as if she was caught doing something wrong and then giggled again. They both found themselves laughing in the joy of the news. Ramchandra laughed seeing his wife in this euphoric state. He'd never seen her let go of her emotions as at this moment. Taking in the new sounds and the sensation in her body of all her senses coming alive, Ammini revelled in the moment. In their home, with her husband, loved by everyone in the next room, there was no doubt she would be a wonderful mother to the child to come. She found herself pressing Ramchandra's hands in hers.
They both continued to talk about how they would tell Devaki Devi the next morning. As the breeze from the little window cradled them to sleep, Ammini and Ramchandra both slept with dreams of their future miracle.
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The day they met
How my Daddy met my Mummy - Ramchandra & Ammini - The Chronicles of the Youngest Child
Read the second story of their wedding day here
My parent's Guruvayoor wedding - Ramchandra & Ammini - Part 2- The Chronicles of the Youngest Child
Read about how Ammini settles in
























































