A Mutilated Dream

There she was, wrapped in all white, lying motionless in a desolate corner of an otherwise busy shop. The seller had no interest in looking at her any more, as she had already failed hopelessly to fulfil the former's commitment of a quality product delivery.

She, being a battered unfinished bundle of dead human tissues, starts her final journey towards the giant clinical waste management unit of the In-vitro Fertility clinic where her parents invested all their hard earned fortune to realize their distant dream of parenthood.

Oh sorry! I forgot to tell you her name. Her mother lovingly named her Aahana while she was a mere fertilized ovum, still in those test tubes.