You’re a doctor… and I’m trying to become one too. I have my NEET exam in two months, and I am terrified. This will be my third attempt. I’m a dropper. Not because I was incapable… but because life happened. Health issues, family struggles, emotional chaos and somewhere in between, I lost focus.
But all the world saw was that I failed twice.
The people who once meant everything to me slowly started slipping away. Some taunted. Some judged. My own “forever group” left me behind with words that still echo in my mind. And now I’m back to feeling like that lonely version of myself again… even while sitting in a house full of people. It’s a strange kind of loneliness the one where you’re surrounded but unseen.
You once wrote that it’s easier to open up to strangers. Maybe that’s why I found the courage to write this to you. Because somehow, through your words, you don’t feel like a stranger at all.
Sometimes I see glimpses of Manik in myself the guarded heart, the silent strength, the fear of being left behind again. And your story made me believe that maybe someday, a sunshine like Nandini might walk into my life too. Maybe not in the exact way… maybe with a little gender switch… but someone who stays.
Thank you for writing something that didn’t just entertain me, but healed me in ways I didn’t know I needed.
Thank you for reminding me that broken doesn’t mean finished.
Thank you for giving me hope when I was quietly losing it.
I fell in love with your writing first…
and somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the heart that wrote it.
With all my gratitude, admiration, and a little bit of courage,
From A reader whose life you touched more than you know.