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Q is for Queenie

 

“Mishtu also wanted to come but Papa said…”

She tried hard to push through the darkness when she heard this. The lilt in the voice compelled her to move. She trudged but the darkness was powerful. Like a drug. She was tempted to let the darkness  envelop her in its warmth but the sing-song voice was enthralled her and she tried to push her way out.

“For my birthday Maasi is…”

It was her birthday? Oh, I have to hug her. I have to get through this. She struggled to walk towards the faint grey at a distance. She wanted to hold her little baby and kiss her. The pain was blinding and each breath was laboured one. But she had to do this. For her child.

“Row row row your boat…”, trilled little Tia.

She held on to the sound-desperately trying to push the waves and waves of darkness that seem to drown her.

“Is but a dream…”

She could see the faint light grow as she spotted a faint ray and her heart throbbed. She was nearly there.

“Enough. Let her sleep,” she heard his harsh voice.

She stopped. Froze. He was there. She couldn’t go back. Tia was there but so was Raj. Tia pulled and Raj pushed. Raj was stronger. She slumped. She welcomed the next wave of darkness and allowed it to envelop her. It was soothing.

 

 

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