Numb!

The smell around the cemetery was no different from what she smelled outside of it. What bothered her was the eerie sensation in the pit of her stomach.

What mother is she who picks a grave for her unborn child?

Pangs of grief hit her when the question echoed in her head. What choice did she have? Give life to a being and leave it to die or die herself, leaving the hapless mass of flesh lying around? 'Mass of flesh'! She was ashamed of her thoughts.

She was 20! How would she explain herself to her loved ones? She wanted a life! And this, she believed, would take it away from her.

Standing at the grave now, tears run down her cheeks. Her gynaecologist informed her she cannot conceive.