“A true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.”
Suraj drearily read the Whatsapp forward his sister sent him. He abhorred checking messages, much less when they weren’t urgent or important. Right now though, he didn’t have the energy to deal with her I-atleast-remembered-you saga. He knew she was only trying to be nice.
Menaka and his marriage hit a rough patch soon after their daughter was born. While both stretched themselves to their limits at work and home, his efforts always seemed futile to her. In the two years after that things only got worse. He started questioning his own existence and worth in the life of the two women he loved so much.
A faded cast-away shadow of the once charming Suraj, he battled depression and soon hit the bottle with a vengeance. The work from home option gave him an excuse to spend quality time with his daughter and also save face. Menaka kept badgering him but he didn’t have the slightest care in the world anymore.
Things could’ve doomed further but timely intervention by family and friends stopped the matter from escalating more. Multiple rounds to psychologists and marriage counsellors finally set things straight for the fallen out of love couple. They were parents now and wished the best future for their girl.
Suraj kept the phone aside and looked outside his car window. The signal seemed to crawl at snail’s pace today. His gaze fixed at the colourful sign outside the medical store he had visited a while ago. Somehow, it made him smile. “Its confirmed but I need to take another test just to be 100% sure.” Menaka had informed him excitedly.
He was going to be a father, and hopefully a hero, again.
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“A true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.” – Hercules