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“My family tested positive for covid a few days after my brother’s final exams. We don’t know what exactly caused it, but despite strict precautions, the virus finally arrived at our doorstep and we started falling ill. 

Thankfully, for us, the quarantine period passed without any major complications. Not every family was this lucky though. I saw the numbers rising every day. I lost a few close relatives to this pandemic. Many of my friends lost their parents. For them, their suffering and weakness ended in a state of oblivion. Having seen my parents in their time of weakness while they were so close to being lost, I was shaken to my core. 

It was at this time that I saw the poster for the plasma donation drive, Dhundh. I knew that this was my chance to help. I registered with them for a slot post Eid. Two days before Eid, However, I got a call from a school friend of mine whose uncle was critically ill and needed plasma urgently. The only donor that they could find was deemed unfit by the hospital. My father and I broke our fast and drove to the hospital to donate our plasma. 

Back in 2019, my family was not able to find a blood donor for my grandmother in the requisite time, which led to her demise. I knew, more than anyone else, that time was of the essence. We hurried to the hospital and rushed through the processes, finally donating the required amount of plasma to the patient.

A few hours ago, I received the news that my friend’s uncle has finally tested negative and is recording well. I can’t describe what it feels like to have saved a life.

One of the major reasons for people to not donate plasma is that it is a cumbersome process. It is very time-consuming and requires great patience. But, a man’s life cannot be priced against a few hours of my time. I wish that more people could understand that.”

This is the story of Aatif, who is a third-year student at BITS Pilani and has recently donated his plasma. His story is a strong reminder to everyone that a small flutter of the wings of a butterfly today can cause a storm tomorrow.

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Note: this story was written before ICMR's announcement regarding the efficacy of the plasma therapy. This story is not aimed at promoting plasma donation but was written to encourage people to help the ones in need.

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For those of you who asked for the ebook version, it is in review! Will share the link once it's out. https://www.instagram.com/p/CLKxJ8-s0J-/?igshid=tlzem6l4cd35

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Note: this story was written before ICMR's announcement regarding the efficacy of the plasma therapy. This story is not aimed at promoting plasma donation but was written to encourage people to help the ones in need.

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When Did I Become Me

When did I learn to talk to myself

When did I start wiping my tears

When did I start hugging myself

In all my darkest moments of fears

When did I learn to be abandoned

To be loved and left at the sidewalk

When did heartbreaks stop hurting

And not agonizing me in life's mock

When did the lips seal themselves

Veiling the loud sounds of my woes

That has once poured undubiously

Are now dissuaded by the deaf foes

Pieces of me are lost in the abyss

Of memories now fading so slow

Leaving behind the me I identify with

Yet I don't know how I can to be so

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Last Day Stuff

When I boarded this train

With a ticket of no destination

You walked by my berth

As I sat there in frustration

You lent me your ears

Sometimes more to help out

With a journey so scabrous

Till there were smiles about

But near the horizon I see

A stop that could be my station

So I take my leave of you

Hoping to cross paths again

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My Melancholic Words

When we were younger

You were in my alcohol

But now lost in these songs

Playing loud

In this intoxication

I wonder where my voice went

Why I type and delete

Choking my words

Smothering my heart

You're still my high

In my music

In my melacholic words

But you don't know it anymore.

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My Long Hair.

"It's just your hair", he said.

"Once it grows, you'll be back to being yourself again."

I wish I could explain that I do wish to wake up with long hair again but I want to wake up and see a date on the calendar that has long gone because it is not just the hair that I lost that day.

My hair will be back to it's old self but I won't.

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Masks

We discontinued the mundane practice

Of shedding our masks before slumber.

It has now weaved itself into our skins

Till the true faces we couldn't remember.

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The Endless Journey

Have you ever been

On the backseat of a car

Hoping for it to never end

For you have nothing

To look forward to.

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Come What May

What happened to our love

The madness of this world

Is slowly snapping the ties

That had once kept us furled

Why do we break away so

When all we had want is

To hold each other again

And share that one last kiss

We believed we were better

We thought we could triumph

Against the usual mediocrity

That the common couldn't shove

Yet we found ourselves here

On the beaten paths of woods

So dense that only the trod trails

May lead us out of this wilderness

But what if we hold each other

Not fearing come what may

And walk into the tenebrosity

Hoping to find life on the way

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The Stories

Justification and explainations

Have become the answers

To the questions of life

All the stories I told myself

With confidence of truth

Have come undone

With the smooth skin peeled off

The raw blood and skin

Lay bare ugly

And the clear mirror standing afront

That once reflected beauty

Can lie to me no more

So I bolted the door and shut all windows

Till the darkness blanketed me

And the breath was gone

He knocked softly then banged frantically

Unanswered he then pelted stones

To crack open a few holes

Gushed in the rays through the crevices

Piercing through the dark shroud

Warming the cold soul