Make the Sunshine

Just before the MRI result came, the owner of the diagnostic centre came to me and said that my brain was swollen. I was startled, and anyone I think would be startled at what was he trying to say. Imagine this! Oh your brain is swollen! He then went on to ask, had I ever had any injury on my head. Well... Yes!! It happened during my sister’s wedding. While shopping for her friends who came from England especially to experience the Big Fat Indian wedding, I had gone to New Delhi to buy everyone ‘GHAGRIS’ and ‘JHUMKIS’ and all those things typically Indian as I didn’t want to leave any stone unturned being the wedding planner. It was morning time and the stalls were being put up, so I was finding something for myself, when suddenly, BANG went an Iron rod on my head. The pain was intense however; it got better after a few hours of putting ice-pack on my head. I still managed to get everyone the clothes. YAY! And the wedding was beautiful. Double YAY! But literally ‘coming back’ to the ...

I left the doctors clinic, and felt both shaken up and shocked. Steroids, hospitalized, neurologist, what is this happening?  I wanted to run out of there and go see my fiance. I didn’t want to go home and tell my parents. I didn’t have the courage to tell them. How do I explain to them why  I needed an MRI. Outside the clinic everything seemed different, especially for me as if the world was coming to an end. I thought to myself is this how it feels like when you know you are going to die? Because at that time the only reason I could imagine for the MRI was some TUMOR or CANCER.  I was sobbing on the way with dilated eyes. Can you imagine that!! The moment I entered home my younger brother asked “what happened rajo?? Why are you crying and trembling??”  Mom came out of the kitchen “kya hua” what did the doc say? I chocked and said “mom, I need an MRI” and the tears fueled by fear and sorrow came out endlessly. My father came downstairs; all scared not knowing wh...

It all started on the morning of 8 th of July, 2013, when I woke up with a peculiar spot in my left eye. I told my mother about the spot and since I wear lenses, we thought it must be some kind of an allergy. I fixed an appointment with my eye doctor for that evening and went for work as usual. No matter how much I tried not to focus on my left eye, but still my mind kept focusing on that black spot. Not paying too much heed to the same, I took the eye problem lightly.  Somehow I couldn’t go to the doctor that day. I remember my mother made the most amazing dosa and sambar from my grandma’s recipe. But I couldn’t enjoy the meal as I was rushing to the loo again and again and then suddenly my head started to hurt, as if it was about burst any moment. It felt weird. Weird beyond what words can try to describe, as me, a perfectly healthy working girl, suddenly felt these strange signals that made me very uncomfortable. I went to lie down in my bedroom and called up my fiance (n...