When is my Birthday?
Hmmmm…. suddenly it was very quiet. She had been narrating a story which has been my favorite, Little Krishna’s antics. It was the one where his mother tied him to a mortar. I never get tired listening to it. Probably she had gone off to sleep for I could hear the rhythmic sound of breathing and nothing else. I decided to stay still as I didn’t want to disturb her. It looked as if she had had a long day. Well it sure would be, now that I had grown huge and I had started to feel cramped.
Ooh Mama I am ready to face this big world and wouldn’t want to soak any more in this pool. If I would want to get drenched it would be with your love, after all I am your little Krishna. Eagerly awaiting my birthday, do let me know when it is!!
Love you Mama………………….
This is a story of a foetus/ fetus living in his mother’s womb.
|There is Light/ Life at the end of the tunnel|
This post is a contribution to the Soak No More contest held by Surf Excel Matic and Indiblogger.