“The July rain and storm is raging outside. I am looking at my cute little baby. A wet nurse is feeding her breast milk to my son.
How can you be so cruel God? Why you made me die during the delivery. The postpartum hemorrhage took my life two days ago. Anil, my dear loving husband had driven me to the hospital. We both were hopefully waiting to start a sweet family.
The bad news came and how much pain it inflicted into my darling Anil.
My sis-in-law took my son home to take his care. I am seeing everything, and I am dead ? They have cremated my body, but I am standing near my baby now. How can I be dead?
Tears were streaming down Anjali’s cheeks.
My death, and Anil is having pain in his head, heart and spirit. He seems angry too. Misfortune, I am unable to comfort him. Why, why?
My sis-in-law Shobha is saying to her husband, “Sunil ,the nurse is damn scared. She says she is feeling the presence of someone in the room. Is it Anjali? What should we do? ”
“It may be she Shobha. How can she be away from her loving baby and husband?
“Have patience. The rituals and offerings are going on. After twelve days she would depart on her spiritual journey. Don’t worry.”
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