Young Writers Society

A/N : This is my real life story, to get a better idea of it, please do read my previous chapters. 

I used to go regularly to the college for my Msc., until one day, when an incident happened. I was always dependant on my parents for everything. My mom or sometimes dad would drop me to college and pick me up back. 

Before we come to the incident, lemme give you a little background about my family...

My dad was an Automobile Engineer and used to work in power sector. We were originally from  Maharashtra state (India), but when i was in 1st grade my dad got transferred to Rajasthan (India). I made really awesome friends during our time span of 3 years in Rajasthan. We used to click pictures with our camera (back then smartphones weren't there). I wasn't camera shy, i used to pose like a model. We had a luxurious lifestyle and faced no shortage of money. 

Since my dad was the one who worked as a power plant manager i.e., to generate electricity, we were given free electricity supply. We used to turn on the AC before going out to restaurant for dinner and when we came back, the room would be cold af. Same for winters, our heaters were on most of the time. We used to take blankets in summer and turn on fans in winters lol. 

Also, my mom and dad's family was in Maharashtra. So we would sometimes travel to Maharashtra by Alto, the latest car we had of the time. That's when I realised I have a strong allergy to perfumes---- both car perfumes and the perfumes which my mom, dad and sister would always use. I used to feel nauseous and I would even vomit during the long travel by car because of the car perfume. But i wasn't knowing the reason back then as I was just in 1st grade. Now that i am 23, I understand that I have this allergy.

Back to the incident that I was talking about:

It was 28th August 2019. My mom was dropping me to college and like everyday, i was excitedly telling her about my teachers, my classmates, the PowerPoint presentation i had been making since 4 am in the morning that day... I had a habit of going to bed at 8 or 9pm and wake up exactly 5 hours later. This habit was inculcated in me by my mom back when I was in 10th grade. She used to say, "5 hrs sleep is enough! Come on wake up you gotta study," and she herself used to wake up with me at 1 or 2 am in the morning and take my studies in class (or grade) 10th. After that from class 12, I started getting up by myself very quietly so as to not disturb my mom's sleep. 

So on 28th August 2019, I woke up at 4 to finish my presentation of the academic seminar and while going to college i was telling her about the same. After we reached, i told her to drive safe and waved her a goodbye.

I never knew that would be the last goodbye. I was in the college, and didn't realise that my dad and sister were calling me continuously. After my college, I called my dad and he said that a problem has happened, your maternal uncle is coming to pick you up.

I thought something might have happened to grandma. But when he took me to the hospital which was near our home, i understood something was wrong. I was hoping that my mother was ok. My dad told me that mom met with an accident, but she'll be ok. I wasn't knowing the severity until as per the doctor's suggestion, mom was taken into the ambulance to be shifted to another speciality hospital.

In the ambulance, when I saw my mom i started crying out aloud, looking at her condition. She wasn't able to breathe properly and she was given water through the drips. The noise of the machine was horrifying. My sister and I both were crying and my dad's eyes were moist. For a month, my mom was in ICU of a hospital called, "Neuron." Being an Msc. Chemistry student, that day we made crystals in the lab, and i was really excited to show it to my mom. But I could never show it to her. I wanted to tell her a lot of things about what happened at college. 

For 5 days, she was in coma. We would go look at her place body, weep, pray to our Kuladevata goddesss Saptashrungi, to heal her. Every family has a "family God/Goddess" called as Kuladevata. I also kept cutting myself. 

After five days, my mom came back to consciousness and whenever we would visit her, she would start crying. 

My younger sister and I used to write holy chants in sets of 105. Whenever we felt worried about her health.

After 15 days, my mom was shifted from ISU to a normal ward and she was always on a ventilater and feeding tube. When we visited her that day, she started crying heavily, with taking short deep breaths and sobs. We told her to get well soon, and not to worry about our studies and that we are studying well.

We felt a hope that she'll be better as she was shifted in the normal ward. But in the middle of the night, she was again shifted to ICU. We were told that her kidneys aren't functioning well. Urine isn't being generated upto the quantity which was expected and she couldn't be put on dialysis either because her BP was low. She was given blood. And another 15 days later, the doctor told us that there are no hopes. Since the kidneys were not functioning well, the blood wasn't getting purified and because of that impure blood being circulated in the body, her lungs, heart and every organ started developing infections and on 26th September 2019, we lost her. I stopped going to college, again being imprisoned in my own home for 2 more years. So in total, the 3 years of Bsc and 2 years of Msc, i was in my home for 5 years.

Before my mom passed away, when i was in class 12th, i used to love a guy in my school, named Mohit... Mohit Prakash Mohite. I used to write a diary describing his beauty and my feelings in it. My mom read it one day and tore if off and threw it away. In India, love isn't accepted openly. Two lovers have to struggle a lot. My family wasn't open minded. Some families do accept it though.

So to avoid the diary being read by anyone, i learnt Japanese and started writing in that language. But after mom's death, I knew no one will read it, so i continued writing in English, later started adding Hindi and once or twice Marathi. (Hindi and Marathi (Maharashtrian language) are Indian languages). 

In the next chapter, I'll tell you about my friendships.