Letter to Yostowrimo
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I don't like anyone bothering me, specially at an odd hour like this, when the whole world is sleeping and I am busy with my experiments. I open the door, a gush of wind follows, but not a soul in sight. I close the door again. This time there is no more knock. I go back to my room. As I pass a mirror, I see a shadow walking with me but when I look at my side, I see no one. I look in the mirror again, and see the shadow. I scream, but the shadow remains silent. Then it slowly turns and I see my own face. I faint.
The next morning the newspaper reads:
Scientists' experiment with ghosts of the future seems true. He scared himself to death by calling his own ghost from the future.-
ME.
(My journey of freedom from being
a daughter and a wife, to being me.)
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'How can you miss a rehab centre? Even the board on the way out says - Stay healthy and never come back - and you don't want to leave?'
'As a patient I want to leave but as someone who got all the love here and the way people gave me time, heard me out, made me feel like I mattered, is what I will miss when I am out. If everyone gets that normally, then such rehab centres wouldn't exist.'-