I always dreamt of being a mother, of holding a child of my own in my arms. I always imagined that I would hear the giggles of my baby and be supported by my partner. But when I was faced with the tough reality of letting a baby growing inside me go, regardless of my ability to keep it, without any support from the biological father and continuous bashing of my character by doctors, hospital staff and other patients, the grief I felt was unbearable.
The times have changed. No longer am I looking forward to being a mother. The idea of motherhood brings to me an overwhelming sense of despair. A part of me died during those 15 days when I was admitted to AIIMS Delhi to get an abortion.