Stethoscope and white apron hanging on the wall,
notes piled up on the desk,
books occupy more space in her room than herself.
She no more remembers birthdays and phone numbers, because her mind is filled with syndrome and drug names.
She listens to people going through depression, while she herself suffers from it.
Her walls are filled with sticky notes of signs and symptoms while her sister's walls are covered with pictures of cricketers and Hollywood heroes.
She works and studies day and night without caring about her dark circles unlike every other girl.
She gets a headache every now and then, but she takes an aspirin and goes back to studies.
She barely talks to her parents and husband. She barely has time to enjoy with her kids.
She locks herself up in her room with the books while all her friends party, calling her a nerd.
No, she isn't antisocial. She isn't really an introvert. She is just a doctor struggling hard, ignoring her health, ignoring her happiness and pain, so that you will be happy and healthy.
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