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'' .
3 comments:
Youve got too much internal violence,which is eveident from ur previous blog posts.Bearing a child is not bad,perhaps its one of the most challenging things.Thats 1 of the reasons y i believe that women are superior to some extent,coz they can not only directly give life but also nurture life.I do hope u understand some day as ur expirience in the Graam,that you to have a power of womanhood,an asset,learn to use it well...
Sorry for the spelling error...i meant 'evident' in the 1st line
Thats the reason i mentioned things and people surely change ! And what changes the quickest is one's perspective .... Presently , it does'nt seem all that fascinating but what day , i guess , it will !
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