Birth... and Death

I couldn’t understand what was going on. I was hungry, thirsty and more importantly feeling immense pain around the center of my stomach. Moreover I was dirty... covered in some fluids. And to top it all my ears were being bombarded with crass cacophonous screeches. What else could I do but protest. And unaware of any sensible means of communication I started crying.

The lady covered in white who had so far been carrying me took her hand towards my nether regions and nearly dropped me... Hey what the hell do you think you are doing... was what I wanted to say. What came out instead(from some unknown lady’s mouth) was, “Oh my God. Are you sure its a girl!”.
Girl... of course I am a girl... what did u think? A boy without a penis? Idiots.
Suddenly the whole room became quiet. Thank God thought I. Finally some peace. And I stopped my hopelessly inverbose wailing.
“So what do we do now?” a heavy male voice said.
I liked the voice. Somehow it seemed comforting. I would love to hear that voice say to me, “I love you”. I wondered if it was my dad. I tried to look up kicking the poor nurse in her breasts as I did so. He was a tall, muscular man with a shock of jet black hair. Standing next to him was an old lady with an expression on her face which spoke of immense grief... Hey be happy. You’ve become grandma... I wanted to say.

This time what came out was a fluid from between my legs... Shit. The strain of looking up had been too much.

I settled down again as the nurse hurried to clean me(and herself!) up. But not before I heard my newly found granny’s mouth open and say, “Salt will do it cleanly”.

Salt? Maybe she had planned a grand feast for me but the cook had messed up. Aah... th cold water felt so nice. I had a nice feeling about this place.

“Ok.”

I heard my dad say. Nice daddy. Always willing to help. If he was this helpful to his mother, he’d prolly even help me with my HW eventually.

Suddenly I felt myself being snatched away from the nurse. My mouth was forcibly opened. And it was poured down my throat. Salt.
I choked . Vomited. Felt convulsions inside my body. The last thing I heard was the shriek of the beautiful lady lying on the clean bed.
And then I slept.


Just wrote this to kinda imagine what the baby must feel like when she is killed seconds after she is born. Don’t know where the inspiration for this came from. Was stdin for my Signals and Systems quiz when this erupted. Anyways... happy reading 