Today while returning back from work, saw a couple riding a bike with 2 young kids, one dangling from mom's hands, the other almost sleeping in upright position sandwiched between dad and mom! It looked dangerous to me. The sleeping kid could fall off the bike anytime in the heavy traffic.
It brought memories of a fear which I experience even now after so many years.
My twin sons were just 10 months old then.
Myself and my husband were travelling to Vadalur, a town in South India by a late night bus which was going beyond Vadalur.
We had to be vigilant and get down at Vadalur at around 2am and both of us would keep conversing so that we din't fall asleep. If the bus moved on then it would mean we had to look for a transport to get us back and that too very early in the morning with two babies.
Both of us were holding one baby each tightly as we sat through the whole journey. Somehow we must have fallen asleep and woken up with a jerk. We thanked that the babies had not fallen down, though our hands were holding them a little lightly. Shudder to think what could have happened to them had they fallen off from our light hold in the bus which was travelling at a high speed.
Even now I fail to understand how I could have held the baby just like that without fastening him to myself with a harness or long cloth to secure him. It would have prevented any untoward incident even if I had slept out of fatigue which is a natural thing to happen while travelling in a fast moving vehicle. Luckily neither fell off our hands on that journey. It was God's Grace I think.
God saved us in one more way that night. I spotted 'Vadalur' Sign post just at the right time and cried halt so we could reach home with our two bundles of joy and a lot of luggage too!
Wonder how we could travel with so much risk and all that luggage.
But I learnt a lesson which I never forgot ever.
Later I would see if the kids were secure and safe whenever we took them out.
Cheers!
Mahalakshmi.
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