Before I could grasp the severity of the situation it had already begun. The chaos in my life never got sorted and I had to detangle myself from it to be physically, mentally and emotionally available for them, my parents.. It is difficult for me to see them in such a different stage of life..oldage. I knew it was near but I wasnt prepared just yet. I have always run to them to solve my problems, to get their support, to come out of my misery. I wasnt used to give support to them. I always thought of myself as that little girl whom dad used to bring flowers for. The constant hospitalization got the better of me . Maybe I wasn't ready for this kind of intensity, involving the minutest detail. I think I could have done better....much better.. in handling everything differently. The exams, my early periods ..the covid situation , no maids and the constant anxiety disabled me to function normally. Oh! the excuses are endless still the fact remains the same...I could have done bet
You are this tiny dot living in the all encompassing world, till you understand this you feel like everything is about you. It revolves around you. My life recently had a whirlwind tryst with dengue virus. It would be safe to say that I am slightly obsessed with mosquitoes. They after all are reasponsible for a wide variety of human casualties happening due to their dengue, malaria and chikungunya viruses and their consequent infections. Initially they leave you paralysed to think that you are the worst affected. Then when you meet the doctors and take the prescribed medication and rest, you feel the least affected. Then comes the stories. The comparisons. Mind you noone has their stories like you. Its always one friend or one relative who had dengue. The deluge of advices and home remedies are maddening. The moment my parents took upon themselves to stay with me for a couple of weeks and get me on my feet again, I knew the journey was going to be a rather tedious but interest