Paper Hearts

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8 months pregnant, she sat in the veranda of her wooden furninshed home. On the corner of the old table lay her coffee mug and she heard the sweet rustling of leaves as she sipped in from the mug at regular beats.

Her mother was keeping her company for her husband was unable to help as he was in the army. Army had always been a dream for her too but she couldn't get selected so she eventually married an army man. He'd be returning home early to accomapny her on the due date. As she sipped on her 6th sip, she felt a wave of pain. Three minutes later, another followed.

In no time she was rushed to the hospital. Maybe her first baby was very excited to be in her lap and wanted to join her soon. Anaesthesised, she lay unconcious.

When she opened her eyes, two news awaited. One of departure, other of homecoming.

She lost her husband in a combat.

What a pathetic day! To celebrate a birth? Or to cry on a death?