Her expectation exits through the door of a clinic. Doctor aborts her request. Odor of rotten emotions spreads on her face. Carrying without marrying is the mother of shame. Thorns in society prick her. Blood oozes out of the memory lane. Yellow pineapple juice, she drinks in vain. Rustic notions fail in womb. She takes pitted roads, hoping for ‘jerking abortion’. Embryo of tension grows every day. Her thoughts sweat. Worries and queries bulge out of her belly. First published in Indian Ink.