Those white hospital walls, so pathetic. She closes her eyes, the white hurts. Why can’t they choose some warm colors ?

The baby is gone, the man looks dejected.

The doctor comes back and talks to the man in hushed tones. Hey, can you be a little louder please, it’s me you are discussing !

So helpless when she is attached to gadgets and syringes. Take me home !

It will be another day of white walls before she can go home.

Home looks a sad place. Balls of wool and half-knitted pair of booties lies in a corner. She will have to give those away.

There will be no baby to hold ever again.

It won’t take long for the family to term her ‘barren’.

The man will go find solace in other arms.

The grief and loss hers, alone. She will live it, breathe it at every breath.

Shalom, is what she had named her baby.


……… be continued


Shalom, will a chronicled story, updated once or twice a week.

If any of my blogger friend is into chronicled story lines, feel free to link with me and one of the tag will be ‘chronicle’.


About andy

hi there.....friends call me Andy :) I am a school teacher by profession. Passionate about reading, some random experimental cooking, some hit 'n' miss photography......and i am a dreamer ;) Thank you for popping by :)
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3 Responses to Shalom

  1. Wow mam amazing storyline. Will be desperately waiting for the next 🙂

  2. Sophie33 says:

    A great interesting storyline,….can’t wait for part 2!

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