Nothing

She held the pill in her hand. She sat in the van clutching the little round white pill. She had 4 hours within which she could take it.

This little round pill was one step away from dissolving all she wanted. If she didn’t all she had would dissolve.

Could she actually hear a heartbeat? It was too early for that. She laughed at her own idiocy.

Did she have the guts to throw away the pill and stand her ground and have this baby? She wasn’t married. Her boyfriend beat her up. Her family thought of her as ‘paraya dhan’. She laughed and then cried. Unabashedly.

She was one pill away from having her biggest dream come true. Maybe not in the manner she wanted, yet…..

She wouldn’t have a normal family, the baby wouldn’t have a normal family. She knew the baby deserved one and having this baby because she wanted one would be unfair to the baby. But she wanted one so bad.

She stood near the trash can, undecided.

She took the bitter pill.

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~ by tia on August 29, 2008.

6 Responses to “Nothing”

  1. decisions..decisions… sometimes, life is all about decisions… and those who can detach them from life, look life from an elevated view point and take decisions can make rational decisions, irrespective of what the emotional turbulence be.

  2. i would not have had the pill.

  3. *anoop
    Well I blame adam and eve! One wrong decision and see where we are!

    *Raghu
    I don’t think if you did it would make any difference πŸ˜‰ (I am sure you are old enough to understand that joke!) Welcome back kiddo!

  4. negative thoughts, negative posts!

  5. *Sandeep
    I think you spoke too soon πŸ˜›

  6. ya? πŸ˜›

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