Я сразу вспоминаю одну цитату.
-India is so beautiful tonight.
-Have you heard of Gandhi’s story?
-No
-The night Gandhi’s father died he made love to his wife all night. Then he hated himself. He thought how can one be so abject. To give in to minor pleasures in order to forget bigger sorrows? Since then he decided not to ever make love unless for having children. Do you want us too for once?
-Do what?!
-Only once to have children.
-As a father I don’t want to invite anyone to this stupid world.
-But I’ll become a mother.
-And that is the beginning of my life’s tragedy cause as a father I invited a person to this foolish world. My love! Please think a little. What if that baby doesn’t want to be born? What if he grows up and complains why he was brought to this world? If he asks you why you gave birth to him what will you tell him? Perhaps we’ll say: “Excuse us you are the product of a random union of your father’s sperm and your mother’s ovule in India.” You know no human being is created out of love. All are products of a couple’s distraction in moment of lovemaking. A moment of negligence where a man and a woman hesitate to stop lovemaking in the peak of their orgasm. I am fearful of the child who’s born a murderer or a victim. You know becoming a father is like announcing to the world that I was born, tasted life and found it so delightful and I find it my duty to reproduce.
-I came to India after Gandhi… after Mother Teresa.
-And I was a fool to come after your love. Now we have turned into two delusional people. A philosophical trip. I rather spend the night with stray dogs and leave you alone with your Mother Teresa. So much for our wedding night!
- Where are you going?
Если в кратце, ребенок не выбирает рождаться ему или нет. Это решение родителей.