“What is wrong with her?”
“Is she hungry?”
“She might be in a bad dream.”
Everyone kept guessing as to why the baby was crying so much.
“Where am I?”
I was just being buried in my coffin, and suddenly I am here. My tiny hands not able to reach my own face. All these unknown people are staring at me with clear confusion on the face, while I am the one confused here.
I want to speak, I want to ask them who they are, why am I here and in this form?
I hazily remember that I was lying on the floor, unconscious – dead, they had declared.
My family and friends had gathered, mourning my departure.
And now I am here – trying to feel my own disrupted emotions and not being able to convey it.
I never really gave it a thought, but being a new-born baby is not as great as it seems. I know that I will forget everything in just a matter of time and live my new life. But for now, the confusion remains.
They said I was dead, but am I?
I don’t feel so.
