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January 20, 2020

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AN INTROVERT'S SHIELD

S ummer of 2015, my father was invited, by a world famous Bariatric Surgeon, to a gala dinner. My mother and I were lucky enough to accompany him. At first, I was hesitating to even go with them, but somehow they managed to take me. There were men & women from most of the countries one often hears of. But there was nobody as young as me . As I sat next to my mother, I looked at cameras flashing in a dimly lit atmosphere, as the guests shared humour (I'm sure of great sense), and sipped on to their elixir. Across the table where three men (definitely surgeons), from foreign lands. Spain or Brazil or Mexico I guessed in my mind. She (mother) was not unaware of the boredom I had been facing so she told me to ask them about their nations myself. I'd rather put a bag on my face and be all antisocial than starting a conversation with doctors so great . Now she took it to herself and greeted the three men. She introduced me to them as they introduced themselves.

A Love Story

Long, quite long ago, that's when I laid my eyes upon him. Enough time has passed for me to remember how confused I'd have been. He has since, cared for me so deeply that I'll be forever in his debt. I am his princess, he says. Unusual as it may seem, this is not a story of love that I lost. This love was sown so deep, nurtured with care and everything so beautiful that it could only reap fruits that lasted forever. Some fruits sweeter than the rest, were memories I hold close to my heart, always. The memories, moments! Moments like when he brushed my hair so gently and cautiously that it wouldn't hurt me. He would hug me tight and that would be the most beautiful reward for me. He cares for me a little more than he cares for himself and that in itself is so admirable. The gifts. In every form. Tiny embellishments to utilities to warmest gestures of love. Those forehead kisses wishing me a good journey or just a good night. All of this, I treasure. Then there w

Unbent

It was the summer of 2014, that welcomed me first to my college. I’d rather say, a confused summer (people staying here would know why). Fresh out of school, I thought I knew the world. But, as stupid as it sounds already, I learnt that learning is the way. You can never know EVERYthing. And, I’m not talking about the medical literature. At 18 years, going out of your hometown to live in a completely different city, with new faces who’ll be there with you for the next couple of years, the idea had always tempted me. But, I soon realised that things weren’t as sweet. I can definitely, with no exclusions, say that colleges are all about sugar-coated drama. A few months in, I learnt how pinky-promises could turn into “I promised Pinky, I won’t tell anyone, but I trust you” and so this chain with truth deciphered into awful lies that ultimately reached Pinky had got too many loops to just about circumferentiate the bounds of our ‘tiny’ planet. The greater cause of burden on hum

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