Death : Cresive Motherhood.
Pavitra pulled her ear lobes and set the ears free. She joined her hands, still looking at the sky from the window. Her baby was in her her lap, yet her heart sank. Her womb felt dry, once again, just like past years. She got lost in trance....to that day, few years ago. Pavitra was feeling nauseous. She had been vomiting since morning. "Kuch kha le", Pratap handed over a bite of paratha dipped in dahi. "Mann nahi hai", Pavitra pushed aside his hand. MIL was watching their conversation and she stepped in. "Pavitra come here", she called her close. "Have you missed your periods this month?", she asked in a low tone. Pavitra nodded with a yes. MIL hugged her and blew her a flying kiss. "Pratap you are going to be a father soon", she announced clapping her hands in joy. Pratap's father, on hearing this, rushed in too, "Kuldeepak ayega!", he shouted gladly. Pavitra covered her head with her pallu and held the corner in her ...