I knew it was my last day there.The initial stage on-wards I stayed there. Utmost comfy care I enjoyed with luxury and lavishness.
A feel of angst conquered all faces, when I
was admitted in the hospital. My state of mind I couldn’t judge, it was full
with mixed feelings. Did a flash of pleasure loom in my mind? The first snivel
of my neo-natal infant! Ha! Immediately
a wry smile lurked in me.
I bestowed the tender one caringly in their
hands. Paining tears and sobs died within me.
What else can an unmarried surrogate MOTHER rich
in poverty do?
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That was atonce good and sad.Well written
ReplyDeleteThank you,Kp.
DeleteSo sad. It is just poverty that made her do this.
ReplyDeleteThank you,SG.
DeleteUnmarried and surrogate?
ReplyDeleteUnmarried yes, I understand. But surrogacy is of one's own volition. isn't it?
Yes,surrogacy out of poverty is not volition,but compulsion to make both ends meet.Out of sympathy it can be volition.
Deletereally nice..u have used this line in such a different way! nice :)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Ankita.
DeleteThank you,sm.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written and thought provoking:)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Vishal.
DeleteSuperbly rendered ... something to think about !!!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Amrit
ReplyDeleteOh, it's so poignant! Nice take Prayaga!:)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Tarang.
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