She awaited the great day with tremendous anxiety. She was elated, however, she must contain the spring in her step. She dreamt of Cerelac packets, of Johnson’s Baby Cream and soap and jars of dairy creamers. At nights she abstained from the wholesomeness of making love. She would toss and turn those last few nights trying her best to get sleep while her stomach ached from time to time. Her diet comprised mostly Horlicks; surprisingly enough, she didn’t get pickle and chutney cravings. She was still as sweet toothed as ever.
When she crawled into bed at night her husband often put his hand over her belly….in whispers they talked about the future while he lovingly held her. She was almost blissful….
And suddenly it was day. Stark white walls white sheets and numerous tear streaked faces. It took just a second for truth to dawn.
For her, day had brought with it night.
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