One fine morning, a lady (3rd time pregnant) hears a voice not known to her.
The sweet little voice came from the fetus she was carrying.
"Of all these eight months I have been within you, I have seen you in pain; thrice you were admitted and advised bed rest. Doctors say your health is not in a condition to give me birth. You cannot go to work.
I have seen dad worried about how he will take care of me once I am born. This year he had a very meager appraisal which has been absorbed by the rising inflation and prices of day-to-day requirements. Last diwali, when he bought clothes for both my elder siblings he hardly had anything left to buy for himself or for that matter for you.
When you go to work you leave my elder sister in a day cr'che and my brother with grandma. Where will you leave me when I will come?
Going by the current price rise and inflation, all of Dad's savings will hardly be enough for my sister's and brother's studies. What have you planned for me?
You were a happy family without me, then why did you go for me. Was I really missing in your family? Why didn't you say no to the very thought of having me in your family?"