She was exhausted, her frail limbs
trying to find a place to station down herself.
Her dizzy mind rehearsing those questions, she faced this morning.
“Aren’t you aware about terms and
conditions, how could you adopt a child, while you’re single”
“You mean to say, I have to adopt a
man first, to enjoy motherhood” she roared.
They didn’t reply, just asked her to
sign some more papers. Pain was dangling on her eyelids. In her late thirties
she has no more comfort left as tea, she sipped a bit and became ready for
another fight.
- Ankita Chauhan