PAVS
Loved your 4th part. The poem is the cry of the soul for something lost that can never be regained. Makes me intrinsically a part of the baby and its life.
A friend penned this down, when she lost her baby:
I felt my love wash over with tears the unfinished yearning of pining groW*H,
Yet a desperate pang of darkness looms like a shadow within me.
For almost 6 months now I had felt that there was a someone
Standing silently within my altar of pitiful tears,
The presence of something that played a cat and mouse game within me.
He who filled me inside was mocking my sightlessness,
testing my sense of hearing and smell, trying to confuse me with moments of
lust and abuse.
Sometimes a hot stare on my womb, swollen and smelt like dampness and teardrops stained,
The Phantom listener inside me, peered at me from inside, upside down,
The rhythmic clawing, a gasp for air, seemed far removed,
The pain of carrying a wound and a DNA stained by the desperate wolf of lust
Is something I would like to disown, but an ever so faint restlessness to grow or not to grow
Stares me in the face. Love an idealists poem dances on the wind of desire, not real.
The above was written by a friend who was abused and lost a baby by miscarriage. Jumbled thoughts, and now shes a family counsellor in California.
Pavs, I agree, in the episodes, this 18 year old young sweet girl, loves her baby like none else and would give her life for it. I would love to watch the episodes and the psychological impact if any, on the father of the child, and Geet, if any is to be shown at all. How they perceive a storyline to impact a message to the world.
Ufff Yeh Love Hai Mushkil
