A tiny, premature baby is lying in the neonatal ward. The incubator's heat is substituting her mother's hugs. The plastic tubes, pumping in the nutrients substitute her mother's breasts.
Every time she breathes, there is a struggle for life. All around her is the sign of human distress; the monitors attached to all other infants in the hall beep now and then - as and when crisis mounts. The nurses, doctors and parents rush in and out helter-skelter. The peace and tranquility of her…
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