The cries of a new born and the ringing screams of the mother merged wildly and rose towards a staid heaven . The unbridled woman frantically clasped on to the nearby elephant grass with her jagged hands and ripped it apart from its roots . She sighed in relief as the baby was born . The diminutive and bloody organism was polished with a tattered and discoloured rag . It was carried heedlessly into a cottage under a thatched roof and laid on an awfully bright mat . Each straw of jute that was intricately bind , defined the intensity of emotions of that household . Meaty women smirked repulsively ( at least to me ) . A baby , rather , another baby was born !
Would i ever want this ? To have a kid .... Wipe bottoms and noses for the remaining of my subsequent life . May be not , maybe not now ! Things change and people surely so . Tell me about it.
And i surely have after i went to the ''graam'' .
