“I have to make a confession. You’d never believe me if I told you that, I did kill her, but it’s true and I can prove it.”
How is that even remotely possible? enquired Ram. Don’t blame yourself, it was just our destiny. But I wrote our destiny, Ram. I killed my own baby, lamented, Aamna. I panicked. I was worried that the caste divide in our society will never let our child survive. Don’t forget where we live. This place in the world would never have been safe for her. She would have been taunted daily, that she has a Hindu father and a Muslim mother. They would have killed her anyway. It’s better she didn’t come into this ruthless world. I had to abort her.