The most beautiful entrance in to this mayhem called life is through birth. How amazingly different are the lives of two simultaneously conceived babies. Where one is privileged to enjoy the perks of his homecoming. The other is still struggling between pending decisions.
Why is it so convenient to not own upto the decisions or at times called accidents. why is an unborn being made to suffer for his undoing?
Why isn’t he involved in the abolition of his existence ?
Questions are many but answers are different. We might come across real reasons which can be countered as genuine reasons to not have that tissue develop as a child. But what if that tissue was the thing which wanted to breathe and wanted to experience the fresh scent of roses.
Its thinkable or avoidable …
i leave that to every individual but taking decisions on someone who doesn’t have a say for his life isn’t what confides to my conscious…
Fiona Kaur
Author- Ink of Pain