I saw Rose this morning near the chapel, sitting alone, quiet. Was she praying? I couldn’t say. Last Monday Her baby died. ‘Mummy!’ the baby had cried all day, in pain.
In pouring rain Rose ran around, seeking help. Then, in evening came Dr Browning. ‘Its Chikun Guniya. Better go to the hospital’, he told her and left quickly. Hospital was a good 30 mile away. Rose needed a car But found none. Meanwhile
Her husband slept, ignoring it all. ‘Let morning come, will try something’ he had said before going the bed.
Rose looked in despair at the baby- her bundle of joy – was in tears, suffering. ‘God, please take care!’ said she and sobbed
Morning broke. Rain had stopped.
The sun rose, and birds sang In the village, the church bell rang
Inside, Away from the sun the baby lay still, lifeless. It was all over
Between wails, Rose heard her husband saying, ‘Now stop crying It was just another daughter’.
In India, thousands of infants die each year, most of them girls. Often, they die without treatment. As someone who almost reached there and came back, my heart bleeds at such news. Lets join hands in making sure that the world will be as safe a place for every girl as it is for boys now