(THE PANG OF A FORBIDDEN CHILD) ========================== "Congrats !! You're going to be a father again"- I heard this, mother was telling to my father. That day, I felt my existence for the first time. Yes, I'm an embryo now ! "A little brother is coming to our home & you'll play with him, take care of him" - they said to my sister affectionately. My sister was so happy with this news & so was I. When would these ten months pass & I'd be able to see this world ? I was desperately waiting for that day. Mother was being taken care by father & whenever she wanted to eat anything that was being brought, because her food was my nutrition. In between these; the first trimester had passed & I was in the second trimester, where I could feel my heart beating. My tiny fingers, toes & brain were in the developmental stage. So mother was taken to the hospital for checkup. An ultrasound was done & in a feeble tone my father asked the doctor about my gender. The doctor first shouted & hesitated to say but after being requested so much; he said, "She's is girl". I was overwhelmed with joy when I knew this because one day I could be a proud daughter, a future mother, someone's soulmate & things like that. Father brought mother, back to home. And after returning from the hospital, I noticed that the faces of my parents had turned pale. Mother didn't eat properly & so I didn't get sufficient nutrition as I was dependent only on her food. After a couple of days, mother was again taken to the doctor & laid on the operation table. Few minutes later, for the first time I felt as if my secure home turned to be the centre of a whirlwind. Just like the spices in a grinder jar, my limbs were first sliced and then reduced to pulp. Along with that my dream too was crushed. But still I was wondering what exactly was happening there ? Out of extreme pain finally my heartbeat stopped & after few moments I found myself in the dustbin, with a bundle of flesh and blood; devoid of dream, light & life. "But what was my fault" ? "Why was I killed" ? The questions still remained unanswered !

Papu

"SHE" and "I" When words run dry, She does not try Nor do I We are on par She just "is", I just "am" And We just "are"

Papu

ସ୍ୱାର୍ଥପର ଏ ସଂସାର ସବୁଠି ଖାଲି ଛଳନା ମନଖୋଲା ହସ ଟିକେ ଖୋଜିଲେ ଏଠି ମିଳେନା କେହି ନୁହେଁ ଶତ୍ରୁ ଏଠି ନୁହେଁ କେହି ମିତ୍ର ମାୟା ସଂସାରର ମାୟା ବଡ଼ ଅଟଇ ବିଚିତ୍ର ଶତ୍ରୁ ମିତ୍ର ସବୁ ମୂଳେ ଅଛି ଆତ୍ମ ସ୍ୱାର୍ଥ କାର୍ଯ୍ୟ କାଳେ ରଙ୍ଗ ଢ଼ଙ୍ଗ ଏକା ହୁଅଇ ଚିତ୍ରିତ

Papu

ज़्यादा बड़े सपने नहीं थे मेरे बस थोड़ी सी ही ख्वाहिश थी शायद किस्मत ने ही हार मान ली वरना मेरी तरफ से तो पूरी कोशिश थी

Papu

Congrats !! You're going to be a father again" - I heard this, mother was telling to my father. That day, I felt my existence for the first time. Yes, I'm an embryo now ! "A little brother is coming to our home & you'll play with him, take care of him" - they said to my sister affectionately. My sister was so happy with this news & so was I. When would these ten months pass & I'd be able to see this world ? I was desperately waiting for that day. Mother was being taken care by father & whenever she wanted to eat anything that was being brought because her food was my nutrition. In between these; the first trimester had passed & I was in the second trimester phase, where I could feel my heartbeat for the very first time. My tiny fingers, toes & brain were in the developmental stage. So mother was taken to the hospital for checkup. An ultrasound was done & in a feeble tone my father asked the doctor about my gender. The doctor first shouted & hesitated to say but after being forced he said, "She's is girl child". I was overwhelmed with joy because I could be a proud daughter, a future mother, someone's soulmate & things like that. Father brought mother, back to home. And after returning from the hospital, I noticed that the faces of my parents had turned pale. Mother didn't eat properly & I also didn't get the sufficient food as I was dependent only on her food. After a couple of days, mother was again taken to the doctor & laid on the operation table. Few minutes later, for the first time I felt as if my secure home turned to be the centre of a whirlwind. Just like the spices in a grinder jar, my limbs were first sliced and then reduced to pulp. Along with that my dream too was crushed. But still I was wondering what exactly was happening there ? Out of extreme pain finally my heartbeat stopped & after few moments I found myself in the dustbin, with a bundle of flesh and blood; devoid of dream, light & life. "But what was my fault" ? "Why was I killed" ? Is it just because I was a girl ?

Papu

Once a poet wrote a beautiful love poem & he made several copies of that. He sent that to his friends including both men & women, and also to a young woman whom he had met but once. That lady's village was in the mountains, few miles away from the poet's residence. The poem was well appreciated & within a couple of days a letter was sent to the poet by that woman saying, "Let me assure you, I'm deeply touched by the love song which you have written for me & in the passionate way you've shown your love. Come now & talk to my parents so that we can make arrangements for the betrothal." And the poet replied to the letter, "Don't be serious my friend, it was just a song of love out of a poet's heart which is sung by almost every man to every woman. Don't take it the other way." And for this she wrote again to him saying, "HYPOCRITE & LIAR in words !! From this day unto my coffin-day I shall hate all poets for your sake." - (Papu)

Papu