The Unabridged Version of a Rational Emotional Mind

On my 21 st birthday my parents gifted me a ring. My fascination for this mundane piece of jewelry was so much that I have been wearing the ring every day for the rest of my life so far, only removing it when I take a bath. But then, whenever I have to leave my home for a duration longer than a day, say for college in another city, I have to keep the ring back at home, lest my forgetful brain loses it to time and good old lapse of memory. But each time I remove my ring and leave the house, my fingers start to feel as if something is missing. If you look carefully, they even have the marks of my ring having occupied its rightful place on my hand. I keep feeling the physical ramifications of not wearing the ring, even as I go about my days. The odd sensation of ‘something is missing’ continues to linger through. Now why did I go about elaborately explaining my relationship with a random piece of jewelry? Well, over the past few weeks I encountered a lot of people in my life, losing ...

When I was young, I wanted to be a doctor. Cliché I know, but that’s what baby Shar wanted till age 12. But then in 6 th grade, science split into physics, chemistry and biology, and baby Shar threw her dreams of being a doctor out the window. I loved science but I loved social sciences more. I was called SST for a reason, mind you : p. By the time, I reached 10 th I knew I was gonna pick up humanities in 11 th grade; I wanted to be a civil servant. IFS officer to be precise! I fueled that fire for four years, from 8 th to 12 th grade. I even wanted to pick up sociology in 11 th , but what I got was psychology. And as luck would have it, even though high school Shar wanted to be a civil servant, her newfound love for psychology was taking over. And by the time applications for under-graduation began to roll out, adolescent me had thrown her UPSC dreams out the window too. Now I wanted to be a psychologist. I was good at the subject. I still am. But after three years of graduat...