A hope in the womb

( this again is a work of fiction, and my will to fight against this practice!)

I'll pray to see you happy

And I'll live to see you smiling,

I'll feed you with my hands

And I'll clap when you succeed,

I'll discuss the loves of your life

And I'll help you in fights,

I'll pray for your well being,

And I pray to see you soon.

I was scared, and hungry, and damn tired. I had been running all day long. I wished that I didn’t have to run anymore, but it was getting away. I could see it, just few steps more and then I’ll leap, and I’ll catch hold of its neck and get it home!

There was mist all around. I could see nothing around, except for that! I was running, on nothing. The mist befriended cold, and like a sweet temptress, it was trying to make me lose it. The cold was killing too, piercing the bones and reaching within, to add to my fear. There were people who were coaxing me to let go of it, but I couldn’t see them. This gave me little strength, their horrendous and angry faces would have made me let it go.

I shouted for help, but obviously there was no one around, and then suddenly I saw a lady, wailing and crying for help too. The thought that I wasn’t alone brought some light, and more mist. The wailing lady could be a friend of the mist and cold!

Faking braveness, I moved forward, maybe that wailing lady really needed help. But alas! It was despair, waiting to hound me and trick me into giving up. And the mist and cold clapped violently. The darkness smirked, and grew its claws, it attacked me. Then despair caught my hands and tied them around, to let the mist and cold surround me, and suffocate me to death.

Please, oh please let me give up. It’s no use fighting anymore. Darkness, despair, mist and cold. They won’t let me get to it, they are dragging me away from it, and it is farther now from before.

It was hope, a hope to save my baby that I was trying to catch. It was a hope to save the life within me that may, sometime in future, become a beautiful, self made, and a successful woman. It was a hope that saving this life, may in future, bring prosperity to many more such lives.

But all was gone. That hope went away, with tear in its eyes. And with that hope went away a daughter, a friend, someone’s wife, and a mother. With my hope, went away many such lives and smiles. And what settled in were darkness, despair, mist and cold. And together they gave birth to depression, hatred and anger. None of which were ever blessed and welcomed by the world, but were always given to the likes of us to bear.