My Words

  I was once talking with my cousin. She is 30 years old and is not planning to conceive for at least two more years. We were talking about her plans for her child as a mother. She told me she wants to give her child all the facilities she never got as a child. All the toys she never got to play with, a future in a top English medium school and a house filled with everything a child could ever dream. I was walking with her on the same road and was wondering. What did I wish for when I was a child?  My mother was 18 when she conceived her first child. When she came to know about her pregnancy, she wished for a girl. Why? I don't know. But it was a boy. The first boy of that generation. If you are an Indian or you know an Indian. You would comprehend how much a boy means for an Indian family. It is almost equal to winning a million-dollar lottery. My mother accepted that decision because now she was the most favoured daughter in law in the family. After three years, she was pregnant