4 writers, 4 stories, 4 steps on my writing journey
As I watched the Write India video the other day, I teared up and realized I wanted to tell the stories of my stories, the lessons I learned, and express my gratitude for the Write India program.
I am a Chetan Bhagat fan, and I am not an idiot: A 2001-word editorial odyssey
Editor’s note: The use of the term idiot is harmful to intellectually disabled people. I didn’t understand that harm until years after I wrote this blog post. I have decided to leave the usage in place as a testament to my growth. I may change my mind later and remove it entirely. There’s always a […]
The lub dubs
The doctor enters. I know what he’s going to say. He’s said it before. My hearts can’t take much more. My blood work matches perfectly to a girl my own age. I feign sleep. Maybe he won’t bother me.
He doesn’t.
He and my mother talk in hushed tones. Their words grow fainter as the blood throbs faster through my body. The sound has reached my ears now. Their voices become just mumbles. My eardrums thud with the pain of the increased blood flow. I have made my decision, yet still feel at war with myself somehow.
Lub, dub.
Lub, dub.