Kamala felt nauseated. She dreamed of frocks and pig-tails.
The family was jubilant and also had dreams for the future.
“It will be a boy for sure.”
“It better be. Else, we’ll take care of her” said a steely
voice.
Kamala threw up. Not out of pregnancy nausea.
Out of fear for her unborn daughter.
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For the prompt 'dreams' for marathon bloggers. This is a week long attempt at 55-ers.
#marathonbloggers #55wordfiction
Spine chilling! Well done!!
ReplyDeletethanks, Shailaja!
DeleteScary, but too too common :(.. nicely written Uma!
ReplyDeleteAparna, yes, unfortunately very common :-(
Deletesigh, this always gives me shudders :(
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DeleteSuch a sad sad world!
ReplyDeleteit is..Red handed...:-(
DeleteSo sad! The person who forgets that without a girl child, he/she would not have been born in the first place... Even if the superstition is being passed down, the first question should have been "Then how was I born if all girl children should be killed?"
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