*And after all that--all that sturm and drang and shame and worry over the thing--the baby is thrust unceremoniously into her arms, and Amrita takes one shallow, gasping, corseted breath and looks completely stricken for a moment. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out, and as she looks into the face that's laughed at her from a little photo for months, there's a marked resemblance between them: the makeup on each is in imminent danger.
She speaks to Jyoti, but doesn't quite meet her eyes.*
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Date: 2011-07-12 07:21 pm (UTC)*And after all that--all that sturm and drang and shame and worry over the thing--the baby is thrust unceremoniously into her arms, and Amrita takes one shallow, gasping, corseted breath and looks completely stricken for a moment. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out, and as she looks into the face that's laughed at her from a little photo for months, there's a marked resemblance between them: the makeup on each is in imminent danger.
She speaks to Jyoti, but doesn't quite meet her eyes.*
Parvati?