Feeds

Samaira was organizing her clothes carefully categorizing them into wearable and discarded stuff.Mini was scrubbing the floor and silently observing her. Samaira took out a red sari, she had worn for n number of times. Just as she was about to stuff it into the heap of clothes, Mini intervened," Could I please take it Malkin?" Samaira chuckled,"You are too small to wear this." "Not for me, for Ma." Samaira handed it over, thinking "How would her bedridden mother, wear a sari?" Meanwhile Mini flashed a victory smile, recollecting how beautiful her mother looked in red?

"I can't agree to this.How can you be so cruel?" lamented Smriti. "I can't support another one, I already have two to feed.Ma and me have already told you regarding our decision," yelled Aman. We don't have much time to brood.Tears rolled down her eyes, as she gently stroked her belly and looked out of the window.A fellow passenger in late fifties, who was quietly listening to the conversation gently remarked. "Let her come Sahib.They are born with their own fate." "Today, I am going to attend army's passing out parade for my daughter."