Life is not a single color; it is a canvas of countless shades, each telling its own tale. "Shades of Her Story" unfolds the journey of a girl, starting from her days in 8th class to the person she is today-a reflection of resilience, strength, and...
The days following Ananya's second hospital visit were filled with quiet tension. Back home, her parents hovered around her like protective shadows, their watchful eyes betraying the worry they tried so hard to conceal.
Ananya, however, felt different this time. She wasn't just scared—she was angry. Angry at her body for betraying her again. Angry at the universe for giving her more to deal with when she was still trying to heal from her Dadu's loss. And most of all, angry at the silence her parents maintained about what was truly happening to her.
The tests were done, and the doctors confirmed what her parents already knew—Ananya had epilepsy. The word felt foreign, heavy, like it didn't belong to her. But her parents chose not to tell her, fearing that the truth might overwhelm her. Instead, they explained it away as "just a weakness," insisting she rest and take care of herself.
But Ananya wasn't blind. She noticed the way they whispered when they thought she couldn't hear, the way they exchanged anxious glances whenever she seemed too tired or dizzy.
Ananya's Thoughts
Why won't they tell me the truth? I know something is wrong. I can feel it. Am I too weak to handle it? Or are they too scared to admit it?
She began to grow restless. Her days felt like they were filled with invisible chains—online classes, endless reminders to take her medicine, and constant caution from her parents not to overexert herself. Even going outside to play, her one escape, was now out of the question.
One evening, as she sat by her window watching the sun set, Ananya found herself thinking about her grandfather. She missed him desperately, but in that moment, she wished for his wisdom.
If Dadu were here, he would know what to say. He'd tell me stories of brave warriors or wise kings who fought battles they didn't choose.
She wiped a tear from her cheek, whispering softly to the empty room, "I miss you, Dadu. I need you."
The days turned into weeks, and slowly, Ananya began to adapt to her new reality. Her parents' protective nature didn't waver, but she learned to smile through their worry, pretending everything was fine even when it wasn't.
She focused on her studies, tried to distract herself with books and movies, and even started journaling her thoughts—a habit her Dadu had encouraged long ago. Writing became her outlet, a way to pour out the fear, anger, and confusion that she couldn't express out loud.
But every now and then, the shadows returned. In the quiet moments before sleep, she would feel the weight of it all pressing down on her chest—the loss, the uncertainty, the silent battle her body was waging against her.
To be continued..............
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