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Heavenly Mother

by xyster©

It was a dark and stormy night. Rain was coming down in sheets and wind was sweeping it around furiously. Doors and windows were trembling against the onslaught of both air and water; as was Nitin because of the resulting cold.

It was a dreadful night. The blanket over him was not thick enough to keep the cold from seeping in and the small electric heater next to his bed was too weak to keep anything warm. There was a certain comfort in the red glow coming from the single heating spring, only to be overshadowed every now and then by the bright lightning.

He was counting his heartbeats to keep his attention away from the roaring thunder and to occupy his thoughts with something other than the weather. Even at the age of 22, ferocity of nature was unsettling. 

Somewhere along the way the cold became even more biting. When his body started to shiver in an effort to instinctively warm itself, he realized that the red glow from the heater was no more. Electricity had gone.

He curled himself into as tight a fetal position as he could; wrapped himself from all around to minimize the cold coming inside the blanket and started praying. Night was more than half way over and rain wasn't showing any signs of subsiding.

Somewhere between the knocking of windows, clapping of the thunder, and banging of the rain on the doors, he heard a creak. Then a hand shook him through the blanket and he heard his mother saying, "Move over Nitin so I can get in with you."

Kalpana was unable to stay in her room after the electricity had gone. She didn't like the noise and the cold. Ever since her childhood, a stormy night had to be spent with someone else in bed with her. There was comfort from cold and there was moral support against the fury of the nature.

She had shivered her way over to Nitin's room, despite being covered by her own blanket. She had managed to stay out of the rain, but the wind had made the blanket wet by bringing rain to her. No matter, she thought, we'll just put the wet side on top so it doesn't touch our bodies.

She hurriedly pulled one side of the blanket that was covering Nitin. The cold chill hit him like a slab of cement. She quickly got inside and spread her own blanket on top of his and they both quickly sealed off all sides. Her teeth were chattering as she mumbled, "I think God is real angry tonight."

They were lying side by side; his right hand keeping the blankets sealed tight on his side. She on the other hand was too busy warming her hands. She blew the warm air from her mouth and then stuck them together and held them between her thighs as is the custom to quickly warm one's hands. He put his hand under her head so as to seal the other side as well. She turned towards him and snuggled into him with her head on his shoulder, her one knee under his left leg and the other over it.

Thus in that cosy pose, with whatever little body heat they had, along with the double layer of blankets, they started to feel a little less cold. As they started to feel better and better, it became easier to snuggle a little tighter and feel a lot warmer.

In addition to the warmth, there was a lot of softness to her body that felt very comforting to Nitin---motherly comforting, that is. Kalpana also felt safe and secure with him and yes, comforted as well. Once the cold was dealt with properly, it didn't take too long for them to doze off. Somewhere during the night, the electricity came back.