It has been an extremely busy week here for me. And it has been a terrible one in many ways. But it has been a memorable one too. All that went wrong, all that made me strong – all of it will be remembered and will stay with me forever.
With the posts on the TOI Heritage Walks now over, I have been wondering about what to write. Writing a series is a lot of fun and is on some level easier than writing independent posts. You have something to look forward to, you have something to write about, you have a thread that you can pursue from post to post. But now I am left with an emptiness in my heart and brain! While I was contemplating on the content, this tiny tale took birth and then I knew exactly what I want to write about.
They gave her the cloth robe to change into. They closed the door behind them as they left her alone. She looked around. The sight of needles and the familiar smell of disinfectants weakened her. She prayed for it to be the last dose of chemotherapy ever.
Little did she know that the wish would be Granted!
I hope you liked this one. Share your thoughts in the comments section below. Looking forward to hearing from you.