🖤" 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂"🖤

In the distant land of Europe, love prevails between the living and the deceased who have departed to be reunited with their beloved.

 The sun sets to give way to the moon's shine as if offering itself as a sacrifice to show the depth of its love.

However, it's tragic that the moon is unaware of the sun's sacrifice, never realising that the sun would go to any length to let the moon shine and rule the sky.

This tragic phenomenon is also depicted in a painting, which has drawn a lot of attention.People are curious to know the thoughts of the artist who created such a masterpiece.

The artist is unknown, but the painting carries a lot of emotions and is capable of connecting with anyone who looks at it.

The painting was created by an artist who appeared on the face of the earth like Haley's comet, leaving an impact on everyone who saw it, regardless of their social status or wealth.

The artist remains nameless, and no one knows who they are, except for the pain, struggle, and joy that is evident in their work.

The world is going crazy trying to discover the person's identity, but the artist is living a quiet life without any problems.

They are living their unsung popularity, fighting for their life and treasures.

Meet Siya Rai, the faceless artist who has survived in a world that has been cruel to her many times in her 27 years of life.

Once a happy, cheerful, and bubbly girl, she now stands strong and heartbroken against the world, fighting to protect herself and survive. She, losing all the glimpses of her past, remains a survivor, sitting here in her studio, staring at nothingness.

Siya has been trying to paint for the last three hours but hasn't been able to. She's been contemplating what to draw as she is not getting anywhere However, she can't seem to find inspiration and decides to leave it for later since she's going to be busy with her daily schedule. She steps out of her studio and into the cosy room just across the way, where her two small teddy bears are nestled in, sleeping soundly.

Every day, Siya looks forward to waking up her little ones and cherishing those special moments together.

Her twins, Sivan and Adiya, are the spitting image of their father and share his delightful personality traits, which often bring her both joy and a few challenges. Still, Siya counts her blessings, knowing that her children are a beautiful reminder of her beloved, whose love she cherishes deeply.

She would do anything for them, even if it means living in the shadows. As someone wisely said, "Woh Pyaar hi kya jisme ap head see a guzaro," and she truly embodies that sentiment.

As she reflected on the past three years while watching her children sleep peacefully, a mix of emotions washed over her.

She couldn't help but feel a bit shocked by the struggles she had faced, the pains she endured, and the scars that told the story of tough decisions made under pressure.

Just as she began to process her feelings, Adiya's sharp cry broke through the quiet, pulling her back to the present.

Adiya, being a bit weaker than other newborns, had a rough start as a premature twin. While Sivan quickly gained strength and blossomed into a healthy little boy, Adiya struggled more and often found herself in the hospital, which affected Sivan too.

Despite only being 2.6 years old, he grew up with a sense of responsibility. When he heard Adiya's cry, he stirred from sleep, his eyes still heavy.
 Spotting his mom and sister in an embrace, he reached out with his small, chubby hands and babbled softly, wanting nothing more than to be close to them.

"Ma..mumma"

Siya smiled and replied

"Haan mumma ke sher abhi "

With this, she started for the survival of another, forgetting everything and focusing on her children.

Once the twins woke up she started to prepare for the day, bathe them, tidying and feeding them food , once they are done with breakfast siya feeds Adiya her daily medication and prepare a hospital bag.Today, they were heading off to the hospital for Adiya's health check-up, and afterwards, they planned to visit the Kindergarten for the twins' admission since they would soon be turning three and starting school!

Sivan had already been attending a play school for the past two months, but Adiya, with her delicate health, had to stay home, which made her a little sad whenever she waved goodbye to Sivan.

Sivan goes to play school from 9 to 12 pm, three days a week. As they set off for the hospital, the twins were safely buckled up in their seats in the back, and Siya was driving.

"Mumma's treasures, are you ready for today?"

She exclaimed excitedly, catching the children's attention. Sivan, being the brave older brother, held Adiya's hand and said,

"Ji Mumma, we're ready, and Adiya will be brave too, right? "

He said this in his sweet, childish voice, trying to encourage his little sister, who seemed a bit nervous today.

Neither Sivan nor Adiya was particularly fond of hospitals, but they cherished their time together and didn't want to be apart.

Adiya nodded in agreement, even though she wasn't thrilled about it. Seeing their bond made Siya feel grateful for these little blessings in her life.

They arrived at the hospital, with the twins ready to tackle whatever came their way, and Siya couldn't help but chuckle at their interaction, thinking that the decisions she made were well worth it just to see their smiling faces.

My heart raced as I drove away to the hospital, despite twins' laughter echoing in the car, filling the air with a fluffy and fuzzy feeling, it wasn't enough for my tensed heart to feel relieved.

The routine health checkups, each visit brings some anxiety with a mix of feelings of hope. 
Adiya's delicate health has been a constant worry, a reminder of my failuers even after all the sacrifice i made for my treasures.

Reaching the hospital, I parked the car and went out to help my children to exit the car securing them out of their baby seats and making them sit on the stroller, I made my way to the entrance.

"My brave babies, taiyaar ho dono ?? let's do this!! "
raising my voice to motivate them, I asked in response 
" yessssss  !!!  "
Both my babies sounds on top of their lungs, hearing their responses made me chuckle, unaware of them.

Entering the hospital, I felt a pang of nostalgia. The familiar scent of antiseptic, the sound of nurses bustling about, brought back memories of sleepless nights and endless prayers.

Checking on them as Adiya clung to Siya's hand, her eyes wide with apprehension, while Sivan tried to be the brave big brother, his small hand on his sister's shoulder.

They also felt this apprehensiveness, is it because of the atmosphere or they sensed my distress, I don't know, but I felt a sense of helplessness creeping into me  on seeing their a bit stiff bodies.

Moving towards our doctor's cabin, who's been with me from my pregnancy, Dr. Richa Aggrwal

" Good morning, Dr. Richa, we are here "
I greeted her with a cheerful voice, even though I was feeling anything but happy, our doctor, an elderly Indian-British woman who had been kind to us.

"Good morning, dear Siya, and you both as well, my cute and lovely patients ", Dr Richa replied and asked Sivan and Adiya

" guud morlnig, Dr."  both of them replied with a little nervousness when she inquired of Adiya. 
" So, Adiya ready for the examination?"

To which she just made a hmm sound. Not wanting to speak, and hence the checkup started.

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The doctor's examination brought mixed news. With a small smile on her face
" Siya, I think Adiya will soon be healthy, her lungs have improved, and from what I can see, her daily temperature chart is showing slow but steady recovery. If she keeps this on, she will soon be good to go like Sivan "

and continued after a pause, and read the details
 "Just make sure she will be in stress stress-free environment, and both siblings' health should be your priority, since your twins were born on the 30th weeks, they need more attention as they grow to make a full recovery "

Hearing her assessment, I found some small relief.  Adiya's progress was slow but steady, a ray of hope amidst the shadow of uncertainty.

My heart swelled with pride at my daughter's resilience; the silent battles mirrored in my daughter's struggles showed results.

" I'll keep it in mind, Dr. Risha, and thanks for the news ", I replied with genuine happiness in me, but there is always a 'BUT' that made my positivity fly out of the window of my heart when she started to talk about me.

Not unnoticed by Richa, my expression on a certain topic, she sighed and said in a caring voice that reminded me of my mother.

"Dear Siya, I just wanted to reach out because I've been thinking about you. As a single mother, I can only imagine how overwhelming things must feel right now.

It's completely understandable to feel stretched thin, especially since you've been handling so much on your own. I truly care about your well-being, and I want to gently suggest that it might be helpful for you to visit your family.
You could use some support, especially since your younger brother was the only one with you during such a significant moment.

Taking a break and surrounding yourself with loved ones back in India might offer you the relief and comfort you deserve. Please remember, it's okay to seek help; you're not alone in this. Take care! "

The only topic I avoid like the plague. I know what she is suggesting is for my well-being, but I can't not anymore and never like this.

" I .. I'll think about it, by the way, Thank you, doctor," I croaked and diverted the topic with a small smile that didn't reach my eyes and made a quick and nice exit with my children, bolting out with quick but unhurried steps. Burying my inner turmoil.

The hospital visit ended with a plan for continued care and monitoring, a reminder of the fragility of life and the strength found in love& a suggestion of change.  Settling into the car and bidding farewell to the hospital, we made our way to the kindergarten for the twins' admission.

The prospect of school filled Sivan with excitement, his chatter filling the car with infectious energy. Adiya, quieter but no less eager, clung to her brother's hand, finding solace in his presence.

Their school admission was something I was now not sure of anymore.

Still sped to the Kindergarten . Arriving their the children scurried out of the Car and lept toward the rooms with siya in tow .

Their eyes light up at the sight of colourful classrooms and playful activities. The twins' laughter filled the air, a melody of innocence and joy that warmed my heart.
I knew that this was just the beginning of their journey, one that I wanted to walk with him every step, but that's not a possibility for now, with a little twinge, I MOVED.

And leaving the children in the classroom to mingle, I went with the teacher in charge of admission upon being briefed on the information and reading about the facilities that the school provide and starting the trial reg. I was unsure of what to do.

The day ended with tired but content smiles of Sivan and Adiya. Reaching home, I continued the daily routine and at last tucked them in bed, with a smile, they got lost in the sweet lullaby of sleep with new dreams every night.

As I gazed at my children, I knew that whatever the future held, I would face them, watching over sleeping children, a sense of peace settled in my aching heart. The crossroads of destiny had led me here, to a moment of quiet joy amidst life's chaos.

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