- Despise The Most -
Monday
June 19th, 1995
Dear Diary,
He was my father. I regret calling him my father but he did this. Maybe after all this, he still is my father. I cried the whole way back home. The tears wouldn't stop neither I wanted them to. My father had a sad face on seeing my tears. But I knew it must be fake. He won't be sad because of my tears. Or maybe he really was.
I locked myself in Dadi's room when we reached home. I felt her presence in her room. It was warm. My tears dried up in that warmth. I felt the cold sadness being overcomed by her warmth. I still wish she was here, but she isn't and that's because of only one person. The person I despise the most, even more than my father. Its me.
My Dadi, for my dream lied about her MRI test. She persuaded father to let me give the medical entrance exam. But my ignorance was too much. In the end it was because of me. My Dadi didn't die of heart attack. I killed her.
And now I have to kill the thing I despise more than me. My...
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ChickLitA poignant tale of a self-blaming girl, written in form of diary entries and set in the late 1990s of India. A girl whose life is filled with sorrow and regret, finally gets a chance to give an entrance exam for fulfilling her dream of becoming a d...
