Khushi

On the bed of the old shabby government hospital, lies this unnamed child. The mother’s dead. Who cares? Its a hospital, people come, if they are lucky get better or else surrender to death.
The middle aged nurse, dressed in white, picks the child, hides her in an old newspaper wrapping. Slips out of the hospital early. Who cares about the child anyways? Reaches home, unwraps the baby, gives her a nice gentle bath. She’s like the moon, gentle, tender and unadulterated. She reaches for her lips, gives her a kiss. Its her baby now. Ramesh sees the smile, and drops of tears. For Sana, married for 12 years without a child, Khushi is a gift of God.

(No Ratings Yet)

 Loading ...