Imagine an attention deprived 14yo girl getting not only attention but also love and care for being sick. A girl who knew everyone in the school before her illness, a girl who was known in the entire school after. Attention, though enjoyable, can also be scary. From wanting to be seen to living in the fear of being watched, a lot can change for a teenager through her illness. For the most part, having known suffering, having seen suffering, despite her tantrum-throwing self, she learns to be grateful for a life that she earlier despised. It doesn’t help when everyone around her, beginning from her doctors in the ICU to strangers on the road, call her strong. What has she done to survive an illness? Will power, her doctors said. She wondered, really? Maybe. She was just a kid who got her kicks from scoring 100 in Math and wanting to be 'the' topper in class 10 boards. It was the only form of recognition she knew, till she was sick. And the verdict of being strong, of never wan
Slow fever. An infection. Two weeks now. My eyes feel dry. I am, frankly, paranoid. Consulted the doctors. It cannot be Covid-19. Have you travelled? How long has it been? Nah, it's not possible. Are you breathless; cough? You don't even qualify for the test. I know, I know. That's what I tell myself. It's not my life I fear. I am terrified, true. Will I get a diagnosis this time? Will my heart not skip a beat when blood is drawn? History of unusual symptoms. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. Didn't your body temperature fluctuate when you had cancer? Results are not here yet, let's not draw conclusions. Stress, worry, paranoia. One set of antibiotics down. What could it be? Is it worth going again to the doctor? I come home to a mother who isn't well-rested; a brother who's self-isolated; a father switching channels to watch Mahabharata; a family. Will they be safe? Are they strong enough? Will I transmit my sick