9. Three weeks in the hospital bed yet nobody came to see me?
Love.
What is love?
I have seen different ways in which this love is expressed.
Smiles.
Hugs.
Tears.
Togetherness.
And what not!
But for me, love is that freaking emotion that is hard to get, easy to reject and a lifeless object. At least that is how love in my life sounded, if not happy or beautiful.
And obviously it was— dark.
Pitch black dark with no ounce of any possibility of any visibility in any manner.
Just like now, how my eyes were dark.
Although my brain was working, I could feel my breaths and count them, hear my own heartbeat but move! My body felt tired and numbed, as if it was defeated and did not want to get up and move any limbs. Trust me, I not did want but the slightest idea of my exams, my caree
