Note: Original. Completely imaginary. SADISTIC but I think a social reality to a great extent.
The year was 1981.
She stood at the window. She was looking outside to an evening looking over a crowded town - buildings so close that one could hardly see through them and a street so full that one could hardly separate the vehicles from the pedestrians.
She silently saw this celebration of life before her eyes. She imagined her mother inside a maternity clinic like this one several decades ago. A thought struck her like lightening and she went numb. She blanked out.
"Mrs. Girija Prasad!", the nurse at the reception desk called out.
She was brought back from her trance.
Girija picked up a file and walked into the doctor's cabin.
**
"Are you sure you want to do this?", the doctor asked.
Girija nodded. She remembered Ajit, her husband fighting with her and abusing her. He had hit her last night when she tried to argue that she wanted to keep the baby.
Ajit had only one explanation - it was a baby girl and his mother did not want them to have a third daughter.
**
Girija came back home.
Ajit's face was frozen.
She looked at the floor and muttered, "I've done it."
Ajit hugged her.
Girija had forgotten that there was a mother some years ago who had chosen to have a daughter who was hugging her husband right now.
She stood at the window. She was looking outside to an evening looking over a crowded town - buildings so close that one could hardly see through them and a street so full that one could hardly separate the vehicles from the pedestrians.
She silently saw this celebration of life before her eyes. She imagined her mother inside a maternity clinic like this one several decades ago. A thought struck her like lightening and she went numb. She blanked out.
"Mrs. Girija Prasad!", the nurse at the reception desk called out.
She was brought back from her trance.
Girija picked up a file and walked into the doctor's cabin.
**
"Are you sure you want to do this?", the doctor asked.
Girija nodded. She remembered Ajit, her husband fighting with her and abusing her. He had hit her last night when she tried to argue that she wanted to keep the baby.
Ajit had only one explanation - it was a baby girl and his mother did not want them to have a third daughter.
**
Girija came back home.
Ajit's face was frozen.
She looked at the floor and muttered, "I've done it."
Ajit hugged her.
Girija had forgotten that there was a mother some years ago who had chosen to have a daughter who was hugging her husband right now.
Its really nice post. I appreciate it, that still young generation can give thoughts on this type of most sensitive issues in 21st century lifestyle.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very nice thought explained in a dramatic way.... You know something this kind of things still prevail in the society and is shameful to do nothing and just witness it .... I appreciate it Aaditya
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