‘What a bitch!’ thought the mum of three, adjusting her crumpled dupatta haphazardly, trying despairingly to discipline her children, as she gave her slim, well-groomed neighbour entering the lift, a head-to-toe sideways glance, and flashed her a plastic smile. ‘She must think I look so frumpy’, she sighed…
‘What a bitch!’ thought the smart-looking woman, returning the forced smile. ‘She must be speculating and gossiping how I don’t have kids after 8 years of marriage’, scorned the pretty neighbour inside.
Little did the each know, the former had been forced into one unwanted pregnancy after the other, for want of a son.
The later bore pain of aborting one pregnancy after the other, as her husband did not want a child ruining the fun.
A coffee, a conversation, no shun….isn’t that all we need hun?