A young mother had just lost her baby. Juvenile diabetic that she was, the infant had been still-born. This had been her only chance at
‘Tu meri beti nahi beta hai’ (You are not my daughter, rather you are my son), her father’s words resounded in Uttara’s ears. Living
An irony of life where nothing can be done is losing the people who have been around you ever since you were born. They would
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The traditional bifurcation of roles went by gender that pigeon-holed the job of a mother to pre-dominantly be a home-maker while the fathers went out
The flight was about to land and she found her mind embroiled in a volley of emotions, not one in particular that could be discerned…regrets