• Musings


    I cannot believe I’m writing about this. But sometimes letting it out is a way to cope. Well, I had a miscarriage. It’s actually medically termed as missed abortion. You had all signs of pregnancy but the fetus did not mature. I’ve been debating within myself whether or not I’d write about this publicly or not. The incident just make me want to forget like it was just another bad dream. Or maybe, if I could only extract that particular memory off my brain and store it somewhere far away. However, when I am alone, my mind has the tendency to drift off to that incident. And I just get…

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