“Each morning we are born again, what we do today, matters the most” is my mantra of living life.
Beautiful mornings are not always good mornings. This is a one-year-old story when I returned back with my husband from our honeymoon. The honeymoon period is known to be the best phase of married life, but for me, it was more of a worrying phase. I was constantly worried about getting pregnant if anything goes wrong. My husband hates rubber and love going unprotected. The sessions of lovemaking could have left me pregnant if I had not asked my husband to use rubber each time we made love during our honeymoon. I had no idea of any sort of safe contraceptive tablet to avoid unwanted pregnancy.
My husband left early morning that day without waking me up. I slept late last night engrossed with the thoughts of unwanted pregnancy. When I woke up the next morning I was feeling like my life is so ruined. That morning was the saddest one and I was feeling very low. I have a habit of going out of the house whenever I am sad, so hastily I completed my daily chorus and moved out.
Streets were busy like always but nothing was more annoying than my own thoughts. I still remember walking in the nearby market area occupied with my worries regarding pregnancy. With straight, but weak steps, I moved slowly like a sleepwalker until this saviour woke me up from my daydreams. He was a short, lean guy with a huge bag on his back and some brochures in his hand. He confidently insisted me to buy what he was selling but I refused politely and moved forward. He didn’t give up and persistently followed me till the end of the street despite my rejection. My life was going to be hell and he was not buzzing off.
I was so annoyed with him that I poured out my frustration in the form of anger on him. It was after I was done with my rude words and abuses, he handed me a brochure softly and vanished in the crowd of the market. I don’t know what came to my mind that I started reading it instead of throwing it on the road without reading like always. The brochure was about a 21 days contraceptive tablet (Unwanted 21 days) to avoid unwanted pregnancy safely. The moment I read it, my feet were not on the ground anymore, I was on cloud 9. Luckily, I got a safe and easy solution of my nightmares unintentionally. I turned back to say sorry to that annoying salesman, but he was nowhere. Probably God sent his messenger to help me out in my moment of distress.
Now, I freely get intimate with my husband without worrying about getting pregnant. My married life has improved considerably. I love the sunrise because each morning is a reminder that I have another day to spend with the man of my dreams.
Thanks to Unwanted 21 days.
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