All words can’t be expressed by gestures. A shrill outcry a soul striking dialogue or a rebellious revolt is necessary to fulfill this. No one could ever make the slightest of the efforts to understand one’s very own existence. But you could dare to adventure deep down into your own self. Everyone needs to rediscover the cord of existence. We are born and settled in this world. But what about those unborn bundle of breaths which are yet to sail through the beautiful harbors and horizons of life. Some see the light of the day and some are doomed into deadly see due to the treacherous winds and waves of the destructive ways of survival. An unborn life is silenced to death just because of being famously, familiar, feminine, unborn threat to existence – the Astitva.