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The Poo Life, Chapter 3: A Journey

Summary: A look at Poo'a journey, as she navigates through the sweet, spice, salt and bitter of life. Told in the form of Pictagram posts and text edits.

In this chapter: Pooja gets to Boston, only to be faced with an uncanny situation. With the support from family, she navigates through her first week at a new city, a best friend breakup while also going on a little tour around the city that would become her lifetime.

A/N: This is huge (according to me, at least) and emotional. And I went overboard with these edits. Also, incase you notice any typos or errors in usernames, please ignore as my editor need me to make stuff again from scratch incase of a mistake.

Warnings: Couple swear words

Category: A mix of fluff and angst

Find the previous part here

September 25th, 10:55 am, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 25th, 1:50 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 25th, 2:15pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 25th, 2:37 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 25th, 2:39 pm, Idhayan and Pooja’s phone call

Idhayan: The phone’s on speaker, so now tell us, calmly, what’s wrong?

Pooja: The room, the room I rented, here, in Boston, it is... (long silence)

Alekhya: It is what?

Pooja: It is a room under a very busy staircase

Idhayan: (Barely containing a laugh) Really?

Pooja: This is why you wanted to talk to me? To laugh at my situation?

Idhayan: Okay, sorry.

Alekhya: What are you going to do?

Pooja: I don’t know, I am-I am freaking out. What am I gonna do? (almost crying)

Alekhya: Pooja, please. This isn’t the time to get emotional. You need to calm down and think practically.

Idhayan: And the most practical thing to do right now is talk to the person who rented the room to you. You can do that, can’t you?

Pooja: I can, I can.

Alekhya: Good, now get to work and let us know whatever she says. We are cutting the call, alright?

Pooja: Alright.

September 25th, 2:52 pm, FB Messenger chat with Vivian.M

September 25th, 2:54 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 25th, 4:50 pm, Reminder set in Pooja’s phone

September 25th, 8:29 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 27th, 11:18 am, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 28th, 3:12 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 5:07 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 27th, 6:12 pm, Hiteshi’s text to Pooja

September 28th, 8:45 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 27th, 10:25 pm, Pooja’s Diary

September 28th, 09:57 am, Boston Bucket List

September 28th, 5:08 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 5:48 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 28th, 6:49 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 7:23 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 28th, 8:56 pm, Alekhya’s Text to Pooja

September 28th, 9:34 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 9:45 pm, Pooja’s playlist named ‘Chill Lofi’

September 28th, 10:12 pm, Boston Bucket List

September 29th, 12:33 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 29th, 05:48 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 29th, 07:22 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 30th, 11:06 am, Pooja’s Diary

September 30th, 03:45 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 30th, 05:15 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 30th, 05:56 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 30th, 08:09 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 30th, 08:39 pm, Boston Bucket List

October 1st, 8:05 am, Pooja’s Camera Roll

October 1st, 5:08 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 1st, 6:17 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 1st, 6:25 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

October 1st, 6:37 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 1st, 8:29 pm, Boston Bucket List

October 1st, 9:32 pm, Pooja’s Notifications

October 2nd, 8:27 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

October 2nd, 9:06 pm, Hiteshi’s Text to Pooja

October 2nd, 9:49 pm, Profile Picture and Contact Name change

Before:

After:

October 2nd, 10:15 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

October 2nd, 10:25 pm, FaceTime with Alekhya

Alekhya: Talk, cry, vent, do whatever. I am here for you

Pooja: I just want to cry...

Alekhya: Then cry

(Pooja cries, sometimes vigourously, sometimes in silent sobs, a long time passes)

Pooja: T-hank you-u, Kira

Alekhya: Screw formality, Aifa. I am your sister, I am not here because I need a thank you.

(after a short pause) I am here because I love you, and I will be here as long as you want.

Pooja: P-Please stay for sometime, I feel very lonely.

Alekhya: I will.

(long moments pass as silent sobs still escape Pooja time and again)

Pooja: (Calming down a bit) I think I will be okay

Alekhya: Are you sure? I can stay here if you-

Pooja: No, I will be okay.

Alekhya: I like that spirit. Take care, ‘kay?

Pooja: (nodding) Bye

(call ends)

October 2nd, 11:43 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 3rd, 2:13 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 3rd, 10:18 pm, Lockscreen changed

October 4th, 1:46 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

October 4th, 2:06 pm, Phone Call with Pooja’s Dad

Pooja’s Dad: How is everthing there? Alekhya and Idhayan told me about the troubles with the room. Are you settled now? Did you change rooms?

Pooja: I am thinking to. I am searching for a better one, I guess I will figure it out once work begins. How is Bhopal?

Pooja’s Dad: Same, but a bit empty now that you are not here. It feels odd not seeing you around.

Pooja: Same here. I always feel like I will hear Lekh or Idh fighting or your Ghazals playing, but then I get reminded by all the hustle that this isn’t Bhopal.

Pooja’s Dad: Are you nervous? For tomorrow?

Pooja: You know me, Papa. I always get nervous.

Pooja’s Dad: You shouldn’t be. You have reached where you are after a long struggle, and it wass purely through hardwork.

(after a short pause) Your mom would have been so proud of you.

Pooja: She would have?

Pooja’s Dad: Without a doubt.

Pooja: And what about you?

Pooja’s Dad: I am, I have always been.

Pooja: I am glad, because I finally feel like I have achieved something.

Pooja’s Dad: You’ve fulfilled a dream you have been seeing since you were a kid. You have achieved many things.

Pooja: Thank you, Papa

October 4th, 2:49 pm, Pictagram Text by Ayaan to Pooja

October 4th, 3:23 pm, Hiteshi’s Text to Pooja

October 4th, 8:15 pm, Letter written by Pooja

The letter:

Mumma,

I don't know if you can see me right now, sitting in here, writing this. I don't even know where you are, if you are well. It is sort of ironic, isn't it? Science rationalizes and yet here I am, thinking about afterlife, an irrationality in the world of rational Homo sapiens.

Remember when I told you I will soar in the skies and go to a distant land where I know no one, and make a home there? Look at me making terrible attempts of keeping my word. I have been holding my pieces together with a weak glue since you left, and I hope that glue doesn't give up on me, in this foreign land of unknown faces.

You always told me that I have a nature that believes in avoiding conflict. In case of quarrels it is always me apologizing even if it wasn't my fault. You said that I keep getting hurt and yet keep smiling. Well, now I realize how true you were. Breaking a friendship of seven years, feels like trying to take a piece of your heart and discard it away. And I don't think I will be able to do that. Everytime I will talk to Hiteshi, will remind me of our friendship.... and her words. The sweetness and the pain. I guess I will have to get used to it, living in the middle of these two worlds.

Tomorrow, I start at Edenbrook. I know you always said my career was mine, and my work wasn't to make anyone else proud but myself. But it has always been a wish that I would do something that would make you and dad proud. And I wish that I have been able to do that.

I need your blessings, for the next step. For tomorrow and for the three years that are to come, and for all the time later. And I love to believe that they are here now, with me, and you are smiling as you watch upon me from your place in the stars.

I tell this to you everyday, but I miss you. I have missed you for everyday since that day and I will miss you for all the days to come. I wish so bad that you were here to see me go to Edenbrook on my first day, just like you did on the first day of my school.

I love you, forever and always. I love you so much, Mumma.

Your little Aifa

October 4th, 9:04 pm, Pooja’s Diary

October 4th, 9:35 pm, Username Change on Pictagram

Before:

After:

October 4th, 11:12 pm, Alarms set by Pooja

PS: If you are reading this, I am very grateful for you. Thank you so much for all your time and I hope you have a great day 💕

*Tagging Separately and adding resources in a reblog (because I feel this post will ecplode if I add anymore data, lol)

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So sorry for late! Had my practicals today and I was losing my head yesterday, but here's my addition to this week's MC Monday!

A little bit of info about the family💖:

Pooja's father is a retired pilot and her mom was an exemplary artist & dancer.

Pooja and Alekhya are twins, with Pooja being 10 mins elder to her.

Idhayan was adopted when the twins were 7, and Pooja's parents always made sure that he was treated the same as the two sisters. The three siblings have a very strong bond.

Alekhya goes on to marry her childhood friend, Zian. Their relationship wasn't excepted at her husband's family in the beginning because they didn't believe in love marriages & the two almost didn't get married, but at last, after lots of talks, convincing and confrontation, they agree and the two get married.

Pooja and Ethan have twins, A boy and A girl. Their son is Zorion Ramsey, and their daughter Kaivalya Ramsey.

Zorion is mini Pooja and Kaivalya is mini Ethan. Out of P&E, Pooja is definitely the stricter parent and Ethan is the one who gives the kids advices and lessons he learnt from his life.

Alekhya and Zian adopt a girl, and they name Aaravi. She is elder to Zorion and Kai.

I don't know who Idhayan ends up with tbh, but I am thinking Sienna as they have a lot in common. But I haven't decided for sure.

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MC Monday: Part VI

Hello, hello! Week 6 of our reblog game all about your MC titled MC Monday! Anyone can join in. Just have fun!

Reblog with your MC’s family tree.

You can keep it to just immediate family or include as many generations as you want. The goal with this, as with every MC Monday, is for you to have some creative fun! 

Here’s a template, just in case you want one :)

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The Poo Life, Chapter 2: Nostalgic

Summary: A look at Poo'a journey, as she navigates through the sweet, spice, salt and bitter of life. Told in the form of Pictagram posts and text edits.

In this chapter: Alekhya and Idhayan get Pooja a special surprise, there is a nostalgic outing and some glimpses from Pooja’s last day at Bhopal before saying Goodbye.

A/N: This is huge (according to me, at least) and emotional. And I went overboard with these edits. Also, I HATE writer’s block.

September 13th, 11:22, Countdown till Boston

September 13th, 18:20, Alekhya’s Picta Post

September 13th, 19:50, Alekhya’s Picta Post

September 13th, 20:35, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 13th, 20:45, Alekhya’s Picta Post

September 13th, 22:25, Pooja’s Diary

September 18th, 07:35, Idhayan’s text to Pooja

September 18th, 12:20, Idhayan’s text to Pooja

September 18th 13:15, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 18th, 13:35, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 18th, 14:15, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 18th, 15:35, Idhayan’s Picta Story

September 18th, 16:20, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 18th, 17:10, Idhayan’s Picta Story

September 18th, 17:35, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 18th, 18:05, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 18th, 19:15, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 18, 19:25, Alekhya’s Picta Post

September 18th, 19:35, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 18th, 19:50, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 18th, 20:15, Countdown till Boston

September 18th, 21:40, Pooja’s Diary

September 24, 10:25, Countdown till Boston

September 24th, 11:05, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 24th, 13:15, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 24th, 13:30, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 24th, 13:45, Alekhya’s Picta Post

September 24th, 13:58, Pooja’s Picta post

September 24th, 15:24, Idhayan’s Picta Post

September 24th, 17:15, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 24th, 18:35, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 24th, 19:30, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 24th, 21:15, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 24th, 21:30, Pooja’s Diary

September 24th, 21:40, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 24th, 21:50, Countdown to Boston Ends

September 24th, 22:05, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 24th, 22:30, Pooja’s Picta Story

PS: If you are reading this, I am very grateful for you. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day 💕

Tagging Separately!

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The Poo Life Masterlist

Summary: A look at Poo'a journey, as she navigates through the sweet, spice, salt and bitter of life. Told in the form of Pictagram posts and text edits.

Meet the Characters (By a look inside their phones)

Pooja Sharma

Alekhya Sharma

Chapters

Chapter 1, Birthdays & Beginnings: Part 1 | Part 2

Chapter 2: Nostalgic

Chapter 3: A Journey

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Redamancy (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: The curtain of life threatens to fall, and the circumstances lead to a confession (set in Book 2, Chapter 11)

A/N: This was a request sent in by Pep who asked for a 2.11 confession fic, in which I also included a prompt request sent by the dearest @a-crepusculo from the 101 ways to say 'I love you' prompt list (still accepting, feel free to send in!) I hope you like what I came up with, my lovely and thank you so so much for sending the request in❤

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 1.5K words

Rating: General

Category: Angst, with some fluff

Warnings: None that I noticed

Prompts: "Don't leave yet" from 101 ways to say 'I Love You' prompt list, And there was a confession, And one of them has an Illness.

Khamoshi. Silence.

Silence can be a vice, it can be a virtue.

It can bring joy, and also sorrow. Silence doesn't give an answer to questions, whereas at other times, silence is the only answer. Silence can be a suffocating cover, a restraint separating one from the world. But silence can also be a blanket, comforting one when there was no choice but to live separated from the world.

And right now, it was her cover, her comfort. It gave her time, which might very well be the last hours she spent on earth, to be with herself.

To think, to reminiscence, to laugh, to cry, with herself.

Letting her remind herself that she had come on this earth alone, and she will have to leave, alone. No matter how much she loves the others, or the others love her.

She remembers Alekhya, her stoic little baby, crying as if it was her life in danger. How Idhayan couldn't even come to the phone to talk to her, and all she could hear was silent sobs in the background.

But the conversation that hurt her the most was the one with her dad. He had seen her mom die, 16 years ago. And now, he was losing his eldest daughter, but there was nothing he could do about it. Behind the tough mask was a pain that escaped into his voice at times, and every time it did, she wanted to cry, and assure him that she will live to see tomorrow.

But she couldn't.

All she could do was pray, that even after her, they find their happiness. That their world never stops revolving, even in her absence.

Every moment she had spent in the room felt like a lifetime. Slowly being pushed towards the end by a strong and persistent force she just couldn't counter, even with all her might.

She remembers the faces that peek through the only connection of the room with the world outside. The world that didn't exist for her at the moment. The smiles of her friends were lost in the air, their eyes bloodshot with the tears that they tried to put a constraint on.

The silence lets her mind echo their laughs, their jokes, their teases around her. Lets her remember every word of them. Lets her hold them till the last of her breaths.

She missed the night sky. Gazing at the stars, taking their light within her. Letting the moon shine over her soul, make her its child.

She would have searched for her mother in the vast sky. Would have told her that the wait is over. That she was soon coming to meet her. That this is what destiny's plan was.

And amidst all, two ice blue orbs shine in front of her. The tears unshed that linger at their corner. The pain that hid perfectly in his labyrinthine heart. The rush that his mind carried out, pulling all stops in an attempt to save her.

She remembers the kiss outside his apartment, the soft-touch familiar to her. The memory was prized, she wanted to keep it in her heart till the end of time. The end of time was here.

He had told the world he wasn't single. Well, now his words are going to be proven wrong. Sorry, she mutters to him wordlessly, hoping that it reaches him.

The endless chain of thoughts, memories, regrets, and joys end as the door open. A curtain of plastic shines in the bright luminesce. Only when the steps come closer, do they reveal him, behind a hazmat suit.

"I came to check on upon you"

He moves to sit on the stool, but her signal beckons him to sit beside her. He does, wanting to spend every moment with her.

His subconscious shouts at him for thinking that she would leave. It tries to convince him that they are meant to be. That their time together had just begun. That it couldn't end this soon.

But the doubt, the fear of losing her forever to destiny makes him want to cry. Cry just like he did when his mother left him, only to never come back. Cry just like he did when he thought that he had lost every chance of curing his mentor.

They were still the parts of his life. But right now, he was losing his life, his strength, his pillar. The hand he wanted to hold till the end of his life. And there's nothing he could do to stop it.

His hand strokes her hair, as she lay close to him, their hearts beating in unison. The urge to feel her soft skin against his, to kiss her forehead, to intertwine his fingers with hers, had never been as strong as it was at the moment.

Her eyes look up at him. They say a hundred words. The expression of affection and pain, regret and sorrow, and a melancholy, linger in them. But there was something that broke his already shredded heart into a billion minuscule pieces, no hope of them ever getting back together.

It was... Acceptance.

She had accepted her fate. She had accepted that today, it all ended. Her life. But his own too, along with hers.

A strange desperateness grips his heart.

He wanted to light one lamp that could once again bring the glow of hope in her heart. There had to be something, anything, that would give her a reason to strive. To hold on to that breath she had accepted she would have to give up.

Looking into her ambers which now gaze at an unknown point, his heart leaps into a pace just minutely faster.

Being close to her, wasn't something he wanted. It was something he needed, a bare necessity of life. He remembers those tumultuous days of living without being able to touch her, to feel her soft skin. The push, the staying away. Every moment just brings them closer to each other than leading apart.

A truth, a realization that had struck him weeks, months ago floats back to him. The clock ticks steadily and time slips beyond his reaches. He shifts a little, his heart trying to convince his mind and doing a great job at it.

Her eyes, which had closed for a moment, suddenly open up. There's an anxiousness interjected in the calm breaths she had been taking and her hand moves to hold his hazmat suit-clad one.

"Don't leave yet" Her voice is more than a request, and he feels a tear slipping out. No more convincing was needed. He knew what he had to do, and he wasn't going to waste a single second.

"I am not leaving, Rookie." Her hold on his hand became a tad bit stronger. "Not now, not ever."

He urges her to look up to him, and as she does, he feels their eyes glowing with the same intensity.

"I ran a lot. Out of fear, out of cowardice. I put on a facade of stoicism when on the inside I was breaking with the distance between us. I thought it was for the better, me staying away from you." He sees the tears glistening in her eyes "But it was for the worse."

"I am glad you realized" She tries to offer him a tiny smile, but the tears curtain it.

"Every day I spent with you, and without you, has led me to a realization. A realization that didn't exist before you came into my life. A feeling I never understood until I met you."

He tucks a stray lock behind her ear and brings the hand of hers that held his to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on it.

"I love you, Pooja. And I want you to know, that this is not the end. There are going to be hundreds of days of me saying it to you. I will not let you leave me, not so soon."

"I don't intend on doing it." A mellow giggle made him smile. He loved seeing her this way, smiling till the end of time. And every time he knew that he was the reason behind it, his world seemed to stop and a merry spring comes around.

"Ethan, I love you too. Always and forever." She raises herself with slight difficulty, placing a kiss on his lips through the hazmat suit. By now, both of their tears fell freely, all restraints that ever existed out of the window. The kisses are intermixed with gazes that say the three words over and over again.

Love.

He never believed in it.

Neurochemical response was what he thought it to be.

But today, it felt as if a new definition of love had opened up in front of him. It was something he couldn't capture in any amount of words.

For him, love was finding a soul to trust after being broken over and over again by the people closest to one. Love was finding a home, not in the four walls but in a person's heart. Love was having that shoulder on which one could lay their head along with all woes and joy. Love was having a hand to hold for an eternity, knowing that he would never lose it.

Love was what he felt when he was with her.

His Pooja. His Rookie.

In their world, communication occurred through gazes. And that's what went on, as they lay in silence, talking about nothings and everythings. His only wish was to make her smile, while hers was to hold on, till the end.

Time passed like a rapid river current, not stopping even for the mightiest rocks. And suddenly, surprising them both, the door flung open. For a moment, worry clouded both of their features, hearts beating faster as if preparing for the worst-case scenarios.

"Ethan, we have found a cure."

PS: And the saga of angst continues. I want to write fluff so bad but my brain said "No😘"... I hate it here. Also, thank you very very much for reading & I am extremely grateful for you🤍

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Finally got around to make this, hope I am not too late! I already did a graphic version, you can see it here. So, without further ado, meet my MC, Dr. Pooja Sharma!

Template Credits: Header credit | Meet my MC Template: By the lovely @jamespotterthefirst | End Moodboard Credit

ABOUT:

Name: Dr Pooja Sharma

Pronouns: She/Her

Nickname: Poo (close friends and family), Aifa (her siblings and Ethan), Rookie (Ethan)

Birthday/Age: 12th August/28

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Nationality: Indian

Face Claim: Jennifer Winget

APPEARANCE:

Height: 5'7

Eyes: Amber

Hair: Shoulder length, Brown, Wavy (More on the curly side than straight)

Distinguishing features: Mole under her lip on left

Birth Mark: Crescent Moon shaped mark on her right hand

Tattoos: A 'Hakuna Matata' on her back, just below the right shoulder

FAMILY:

Members: Pravir Sharma (Father, Pilot by profession), Lt. Mahila Roy Sharma (Mother, Professional Artists and Kathak Dancer), Alekhya Sharma (Twin Sister, Architect), Idhayan Sharma (Adopted Younger Brother, Software Engineer and Wannabe Pastry Chef)

Relations:

Being a pilot, Pooja dad spent most of his time away from home but Pooja still shares a close relay with him & has been supporting him since her mother's demise as well as she can.

Her mother, was murdered when Pooja was eleven. Pooja was the closest to her mom and was tremendously affected by her death. She still gets nightmares about the same.

Alekhya is the notorious and badass counterpart of Pooja. They are opposites in complete sense of the word but the bond they shares makes them both sisters and best friends. (Fun fact: Alekhya at times call Pooja Di or Elder Sister, because she was born 10 minutes before her)

Idhayan is the youngest of the three Sharma Siblings. He was adopted when he was 14 and. The three instantly clicked and he became a part of the family as if he had always been there.

Pooja had been like a mother to her siblings during their growing years. She is very responsible towards them, but the instinct of putting them before her has made her careless towards herself.

HOMETOWN:

Hometown: Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh, India

The favorite thing about her hometown: The liveliness amalgamated with the calm.

CURRENT RESIDENCE:

Where does she live now?: Boston, Massachusetts, Unites States of America

Favorite thing about that place: The fine bloom of pretty flowers after chilly winters, the welcoming vibes of the city.

Has this place become a home for her?: It most definitely has.

EDUCATION:

Her Schooling: The Sanskar Valley School, Bhopal, India

Her Medical School: All India Institute of Medical Sciences, Bhopal, India

The hospital where she did her residence: Edenbrook Hospital, Boston, Massachusetts, USA

Was it her dream school/hospital? If yes, how did she feel when she got selected: She was ecstatic, over the moon. For several long moments, she felt like it was all a dream, a cherished dream she often saw at nights when she felt down. But when she realized it was all real, she she'd a few happy tears. Not only because she had proved herself to her haters and back stabbers, but also because she had made her family and herself proud.

OCCUPATION:

What is her occupation?: Doctor, specialising in Internal Medicine.

Was it always her dream occupation or did she ever want take up something else?: She wanted to be a singer when she was small and often complimented about her mellifluous voice. There was also a phase when she wanted to take up Forensics. But at the end she decided on Doctor.

What prompted her to take up her current occupation: It was her Grandmother's last wish, because she had seen what women in those times had to suffer because of the lack of health facilities, how they died while presenting a family with its future. She wanted the times to change and Pooja wanted the same. Not just for women, but for everyone who was ever denied of proper medical attention.

FRIENDS:

Who are they:

Dr Bryce Lahela (Bros)

Dr Sienna Trinh (Best Friend, Fellow Dolphin)

Dr Rafael Aveiro (The person she confides in during hard times)

Dr Elijah Greene (Her Gaming Buddy and beloved Potterhead)

Dr Jackie Varma (The person she turns to when she wants to feel alive)

Dr Aurora Emery (The once frenemy who has now became one of her closest friends)

Paramedic Luna Pagonis (The favorite person to take along on a road trip apart from Ethan)

Dr Lydia Archambeau (Fellow Liztomaniac and the person to call upon when she has 1am chocolate and B99 cravings)

Dr Alexandra Walton (Her Person, Her Twisted Sister)

Dr Mark Danvers (They are siblings. No questions asked.)

Dr Tobias Carrick (Favorite person to crack jokes with)

Dr Harper Emery (A person she looks upto)

Do they have a name for their group? If yes, then what?: They do. It's The Invincibles.

What makes their bond so strong?: They understand each, give each other space and don't hesitate to jump into trouble when their friend needs them.

Has she ever been backstabbed? By whom?: A Snake. By Dr Landry Olsen, Former colleague and friend. And by a few others in high school.

LOVE:

Current Partner: Dr Ethan Ramsey.

Relationship Status: Engaged

First Date: At Kyoto. They went on a romantic boat ride and on a walk down Philosopher's Walk which is lined by cherry blossoms. At dinner, Ethan asked her to be his girlfriend.

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

Most prized memory of their relationship for her:

The kiss at the hopeful hearts gala where they both got the courage to put restrains behind and be open in front of the world. It felt like an achievement, a milestone to her.

Their first date at Kyoto, kissing under cherry blossoms and the first cry of happy tears as they officially became boyfriend and girlfriend.

When Ethan asking her to move in with the key in a chocolate box

Their proposal

Strong Points: Polite, Brave, Intelligent, Observant, Kind, Trustworthy, Optimistic.

Weaknesses: Careless (About herself), Stubborn, Can get real angry and irritated at times, Lazy, Not Punctual, Can be pessimistic at times, Messy.

One skill she is proud of: Her observation, which has helped her solve many medical cases and at times, saved her life.

One skill she wants to develop: The skill of being minimal and punctual

Heart or Mind: Heart

Intuition or Reason: It's a tie.

RANDOM Q/A:

What color does she talk in?

Light brown-ish, the colour of warm sand.

Radio or mp3?

Sunday Suspense on Radio and songs on MP3

Would she rather have clouds for feet or suns for hands?

Clouds for feet so that she could bring rains by running around amidst the serene forest and bath in sunbeams and moonshine.

What book does she need to read?

The Season of Ghosts by Ruskin Bond and The Palace of Illusions by

CDs or vinyl?

Vinyl

Does she like feeling tall?

She loves feeling tall but is satisfied with the height she has got.

Does she like wearing other people's shirts?

No, absolutely not. Only exception to the rule is Ethan.

Would she rather be the night sky or the day sky?

Night sky, or more specifically the twilight sky.

Would she rather be the moon or the sun?

The moon. She believes she is a moon child.

Who's the last person she held hands with?

Ethan

Is she outgoing or shy?

Shy

Who was the last person she had a deep conversation with?

Alexandra

What does the most recent text that she sent say?

It's Raining!

Does she believe in luck and miracles?

She does, because she has experienced it. At uncanny times, at times when she had lost all hope, she found a light at the end of the road completely by chance.

Does she like bubble baths?

She loves them.

Where would she like to travel?

To Norway and Finland.

Favorite part of her daily routine?

The minutes she spends journaling in her notebook every night.

What does she do when she wakes up?

She goes to the balcony to enjoy the cool morning breeze, which helps her to put past the sleepiness

Who is she most comfortable around?

She is the most comfortable around her close friends and her family.

Is her hair long enough for a ponytail?

Yes, it is.

Favorite thing to collect:

Vintage post cards and coins

Handwritten letters or Sticky Notes:

Handwritten letters. She writes one every week to Ethan and slips it under the door of his office.

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Eumoiriety (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Four Years of Pooja Sharma's Birthday, from her first year as an Intern to her first year as an Attending.

Eumoiriety: Happiness due to state of innocence and purity💕

A/N: It's my baby's birthday and I went overboard. This is purely self indulgent and since I have zero to negative self control, this turned out way longer than I expected it to. Anyway, I hope you still like it💙

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 3.7K (I am sorry!)

Rating: General

Category: A bit angst, A bit fluff

Warnings: None that I saw.

Prompts: @choicesaugustchallenge Day 29 - Birthday

READ ON AO3

Intern Year:

She walks barefoot on the green floor as the dews clinging to grass tips, soothe her like the cold breeze on a summer day.

A few golden rays filter through the canopy that acts as a barrier to the shining sun overhead. When they fall on the grass, the view looks like gold intermixed with emerald.

She wears a white gown, which flutters behind her, as her heart dances with the bees going flower to flower to get their prize of nectar in return for their favour of pollinating them.

There is a calm spreading through her soul, an ease, a slow infusion of tranquillity with her heart beats.

A swish makes her turn. Her eyes capture a silhouette, drifting farther and farther, as if taking her calm along with it.

It's replaced by restlessness.

There is a cajole, a whispered cajole, that urges her feet to run, her mind to think, her heart to wonder.

She follows. One step, and another.

The scene changes.

There are no more trees, no more green with the sun's shine.

At a distance, the waves crash on the sandy shore, their meet with their shore echoing in the silent surroundings.

She looks around and sees it.

The silhouette, now apparent that it was a man, standing with his back to her. He looks unbothered. As if he stole her peace and gave her his unrest in return.

She tries to walk slowly towards, footsteps imprinting on the sand, but the distance never seems to lessen or end.

She tries running, but to no avail.

The waves continue crashing, the footprints continue to get imprinted and the man continues to remain still and silent.

The only change has been in the sky, which is now leaden, dark with humongous clouds.

The thunder begins to cackle.

Once, Twice, Thrice.

She closes her ears with her hands, eyes shut to reduce the impact of the thunderous noise reverberating through every single one of her bones. But the roar keeps getting louder and louder until...

Her eyes snap open, but the echo from her sweven doesn't leave her. She turns around to find her phone ringing, straining her eyes with incredulous bright light (that she forgot to dim). The caller ID is barely registered, but the voice gives away the identity.

It's her sister.

With a flash, all the haze from the peculiar dream gets lost and bubbly happiness takes up the emptied space.

It's their birthday.

The first one since she came here. She had been so busy unknotting the twisted knots of circumstances in which she found herself tangled, that she had forgotten about the once unforgettable occasion of her life.

Maybe she has really lost that childhood she held on so tightly to, she thinks.

But not without a hope. Of a chance to get it back.

Maybe differently.

But the want to relive those carefree days, where the colour of pens you get as gifts, and the decision of who gets the piece of cake with the chocolate masterpiece on it were the only things that held importance. All other worldly, societal woes were secondary, trivial, uncared for.

She wishes her sister and she wishes her back.

3..2..1.. Happy Birthday! To Us!

They scream-whisper together, carrying on the years' long tradition.

The only thing different? They were on their cellulars, ecospheres apart, instead of snuggling and shouting together, and annoying their brother for an entire day.

Subconsciously, a tee-hee escapes her. Thinking about her brother, she takes a look at the clock. Correct 12:03 am on 12th August. If she knows him, he is probably counting the seconds.

At 12:05 am to the dot, another shrill echoes through the silent apartment. Her guess is correct.

On the other side of the screen, sits Idhayan arranging the cake so that Pooja can see the eloquent buttercream designs he has hand made on it.

In the background, there is a blurry motion. It turns out to be Alekhya.

She jumps onto the couch beside their brother, putting an end to his steady concentration.

He makes an irritated face, while she laughs.

And Pooja just watches, giggling alone.

The pang in her chest reminds her, once & once more, about just how much she misses them.

How empty, monochromatic her life is, with all these miles between them.

For the past year, every time any event took a turn for the worse, broke her, or hurt her, she wanted to go back to her safe haven.

The place where the chronicles of her life begun.

Many times, she had found herself convinced (by others as well as her self doubting mind) that she didn't belong here. That she didn't have the calibre, the skills to strive in this fight of dogs, in this race of horses where she felt like a donkey.

Or maybe a snail.

She dreamed of sleeping in her mother's lap when she first found herself in the crossroads of feelings and reason. Making her muddled head clear with words that never crossed the barrier between dream and reality.

When Mrs Martinez died, she imagined herself sitting on the swing, her brother's comfort brownies reduced to messy crumbs, as she let the mountain winds take away the burden of dread that pressed upon her heart.

And the day when Landry's backstab became eminent? She visualized her sister ripping him down, shredding him with knives of words because that's what he deserved.

She knew her father would have made them both coffee like he always did when he came home during breaks from piloting. He would have said a mere few words, which would have been enough for her to see the path ahead.

The mini virtual celebration ends, and the silence settles again. Tendrils of sleep come and go, but never stay.

She is left alone with her thoughts and worries, and a fear of the unknown which is hidden by the curtains of the future.

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The day passes like a swift blowing wind in a desert.

It's quiet, too quiet.

And probably for the first time in her life, she adores it. To be away from the hustle of a celebration, which would have been a noise in the cacophony, given the situation.

To get a period of silence for her thoughts to drift away, to think about the unknown, to predict a make or break.

The pages are turned swiftly by her fingers, one of which is clad with a minimal gold ring, another old ritual of hers.

The library harbours the overworked interns, who are now pushing the boundaries of time to find a way to help their friend out.

Their tired eyes pain with the lack of sleep, coffee fuelling through their veins, and mind engrossed in picking up any clue, any line, any tip that could be supportive for them.

Hours pass, no-one utters a word. Pens run on empty notebooks, hands managing to create only messy scribbles. Black and Blue fill the white as if it never existed.

The clock strikes the end hour.

They all get up.

They go home together, for discussions and relaxation.

At the doorstep, everyone enters before her, while she stands still, too engulfed in worries to notice the happenings.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Confetti pops, her reverie is broken.

The smile shines like a jewel in a priceless necklace.

The arrangements are minimal, just champagne, cake and friends, but that's more than enough for her. To make her forget the dark fog of pessimism.

Maybe there is hope left.

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Second Year:

12th August.

The day that is drifting closer by the minute.

It has always been Alekhya's birthday for her.

On her phone, In her diary, In her mind.

People might regard it as a beautiful flaw of her nature, the flaw of always placing others before herself.

But to her, the instinct seemed natural, obvious. She had never delved into the whys, and she doesn't want to begin now.

For Alekhya, the circumstances became vice-versa.

And this was the beauty of their bond.

Strong, Pure and Selfless.

They never seem to realize that, though.

They hold onto the strings of simplicity, of sweet uncomplexity. And that is what helps them to bridge the gap between siblings and best friends.

After the tumultuous year, that very much resembled the completion of a voyage through the rough Indian Ocean, where storms ravage through days and endless nights, thunders crack, and waves that scale the heights between the ocean and sky to become mountains of water, crash on the feeble pieces of wood barely held together in the form of a boat, coming back to her origin, her hometown is a necessity.

Especially for her to find that normalcy again.

She survived.

Even though she fell, almost drowned, gasped for a breath more times she could count and nearly accepted her fate.

Until that is, the pale faces of the ones she holds close, the endless stream of tears that scale their cheeks, their breaking hearts, came to haunt her in her reverie and prevented her from closing her eyes & from letting that almost undetectable beat of heart stop.

The wishes from last year come back to her. This time, it wasn't virtual anymore. This time, it wasn't just painted in pixels, but written in buttercream letters, one which she could taste.

This time, the hugs weren't just virtual. They were very real, and very needed.

As she sits amidst the bushes of phenomenal florals, she lets her mind project in vivid colours, the extremities of the last year.

Her heart, breaking into tiny glass pieces, not perceived by the eye but sharp enough to draw blood.

The fear of losing and letting so many others lose along.

The coming close and going away, almost kisses and slide of unassuming hands, those which could easily be perceived as a mistake, but were anything but.

Competing in a nameless competition and almost dying in the process.

Getting the lost love back. Slowly, Gradually. (even if it felt too early to call it that)

And then... Her mind stops as the playful tunes start emanating out along with florescent light from the cellular, and the face of the one who has been a regular image of the thoughts that lull her to sleep.

On the other side, his voice is soft.

She can visualize him in the Diagnostics Office, leaning back on his chair.

Most probably on a break.

The new day hasn't even started for him, yet he remembers that it has, for her.

Their talks are interspersed with comfortable silence. For them, just the knowledge that the person on the other side is still there with them is enough.

All through the conversation, she waits.

In a hope that the irrelevant and unimportant date is written in faded letters somewhere in that brilliant mind of his.

As the line approaches its end, talks slowly halt, she feels a faint pang of sadness.

Maybe he doesn't remember it after all.

She bids her farewell, and as his finger hovers close to the end call button, she hears it.

Crystal Clear but still seeming unreal.

Happy Birthday, Pooja.

Her thanks are intermixed with a light giggle, unable to hold back the pleasure that erupts within her, along with the flutter called butterflies in her stomach.

Maybe there is always hope left, after all.

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Last year of Residence:

There have been countless moments when she has asked the time to wait, to slow its rushing footsteps that leave no mark behind.

Sometimes it's a beg, while in other vespertine hours, it's a mindless murmur.

This moment is one of them.

When a handful of sand is slowly released on a windy day, the swooshes and swishes carry them away, farther and farther, leave them with no choice but to fly along.

The minutes were being carried away by the same current, where they had no choice but to pass.

No one had the power to hold it, not even the mighties, the richest, the most supreme.

The conditions now extensively mimic the conditions during her first year.

Just this time, it was textbooks on internal medicine and medical procedure instead of ethics.

The wishes that day are hushed, the minimal party comprising of cupcakes and mug cakes and the gang, christened "The Invincibles" after they successfully tackle one hurdle and another but remain strong and together, in their PJs.

It must be one of the first nights since who knows how long when they spent their time doing an activity that doesn't involve colour coded tabs and complicated biological drawings.

And even though some of them make faux complaints about the wasted time, they all needed this break more than they could express.

The morning sun rays filter through the white curtains guarding the windows way too fast, making them unable to pinpoint the exact moment when the black of the night ceased to exist, when the sky became melanocrysus and when the golden took over the entire stretch.

A single text message pushes her to drop the blanket of laziness, the cocoon she inhabited. Getting up and placing a smile has never been as easy as it was now.

Come Over

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The condo is inhabited by a stark silence when she reaches there.

She knocks. The click of the doorknob on the other side is almost instantaneous.

His hand wraps around her waist like a reflex deeply etched in his encephalon. For the first time in forever, their kisses are not chaste. Or momentary.

When he whispers a happy birthday wish against her forehead, that's what she would call intimacy.

The purity of the action touches her heart and makes it swell, with an emotion that she predicts will not remain unnamed any longer.

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First-year as an attending:

The celebratory vibes are in the air today.

Her stride is confident, heels playing a mellow harmony on the shining floors.

No one doesn't recognize her.

The intern who nearly lost her license to the Head of Diagnostics team, it was a journey that had thrown her off-road a million times.

Sometimes the barriers were pinpricks leaving no marks, and sometimes they were boulders crushing her.

And sometimes, one of these on-lookers would tear down her faith by stabbing her from the back, the cowardice of their soul, being mirrored in the blades of those knives of betrayal.

And yet she stands strong, her resolve unperturbed, as she faces the demons, those of others and those of her own.

It's a fight she has been learning to fight since she was eleven.

To curtain her tears with a glow in eyes, to hide the broken heart behind pretty lies. And just like practice makes one perfect, she has almost perfected the art of having to hide the real her inside.

As she passes the numerous congregations, amalgamations of patients and staff, she is greeted by wishes from old acquaintances whose kindness is apparent in their smile and by wishes of employed enemies, whose disinterest or sometimes blatant hate is too, completely apparent in their voice.

But they are not the ones she is worried about.

Interspersed between these two extremities are people who speak kind and in flattery lines with a sword behind their back.

Those who know how to hide their true intentions in the modulations of voice.

Every time she hears a wish where nothing is apparent, her heart stops for a while.

Strings of thought muddle her head and she tries to figure out the reality behind their words.

Sometimes she succeeds, sometimes she fails.

And sometimes she faces vehement opposition of her tired nerves who ask her to stop caring about those who are passing by.

But she never stops.

Her legs carry her to the Diagnostics office.

Her Office.

The swell of pride, of a fulfilment she last felt when she got into Edenbrook, make her head light.

She tries to stop but gives up the efforts soon.

If she has realized something through the twists of lawsuits and turns of almost dying, it is that if you keep waiting for the turns of the clock to approach a "right moment" for a chance to celebrate, you will probably keep waiting your entire life until your breath is being taken away and all that is left are regrets and missed opportunities of happiness.

So she twirls like a princess in her imaginary ball gown, beaming with satisfaction, and taking pride in giving herself the give of success.

Of making her loved ones and herself proud.

She gets so carried away in the train of thoughts, in which one bougie is connected by another, and one more, that she doesn't notice the person who preoccupies the room.

The halt is so sudden, that she almost tumbles upon the man. Almost.

She manages to get hold of herself, her hand on his back.

He turns, eyes meet.

If someone would have asked her what is cosmic, she would have said "The melt of glowing ambers into ice blue." Sure, she has looked into them more times than she can count or recollect. But every time their orbs meet, the reactions the action produces, she can only give the word seraphic to it.

When Ethan left for Amazon, she would often wonder why is she still keeping the lamp of hope alive. His absquatulation broke her, acted like a spark to her over-thinking mind. She would lie on her bed, eyes tracing the same lines on the ceiling above her over and over again, thinking just what she did wrong. She never reached the end of the path though, never really achieved the answer, even after meandering through a hundred courses of thoughts.

But now, she thanks her old self for living through it all. For not letting that lamp extinguish. For keeping it safe in a little corner of the labyrinths of her heart. Wordlessly, she hugs him, the plethora of emotions becoming quite too much to be expressed in minute syllables.

His whisper next to her ears, the innocently simplistic words induce a shiver in her spine.

But the last word.

4 letters, 1 word.

It hangs in the air like a diamond necklace around a maiden's neck. Like a tiny pendant that shines brighter than all elaborate jewels, all lengthy anecdotes.

It's enough, more than enough for her.

And as their smiles slowly spread like the slow rise of the golden sun, gently letting the rays spread through the humble earth. And those smiles, they shine together, brighter than the Sirius.

Happy Birthday, Love.

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Her casual gown, bearing floral patterns, flutters along with the soft grass, she feels a sense of wonder. Whether at the shimmering moon, the stardust spread through the stretch in the woods, or at the simplicity of her surroundings, she does not know.

Her unassuming footsteps walk slow, observant of her surroundings. After walking down the trail, she stops at the clearance.

At a distance, something shines under the silver moonbeams. Her mind beckons her to return back, but her intuition asks her to move on. She listens to the latter's plea.

A small cuboidal box and a bunch of white tulips lay peacefully out of place. She usually would have left it, just in case it was a trap.

But this time curiosity overtook reason and she picks the bouquet up. A small note amidst her favourite flowers.

I love you

No name. No initials. But she knew exactly who had written it. Not because he was the one who asked her to come here, in the heaven hidden amidst the chaos, but because those flourishes of his fanciful lettering would never escape her notice. Even if the only source of luminance was distant fairy lights on trees and the faint moonbeams.

Her eyes travel away from the articles. At a distance, the silhouette stands. The same silhouette from her sweven. But this time, there is no restlessness, no rush, no tension in the air. No thunder cackles and no waves crash. This time the silhouette waits for her, unlike the last time when it was her waiting for him.

He turns, only the shine of his orbs visible. And the shadow of the gorgeous smile that dances on his lips. The last time, his stone mask was too heavy, too powerful for any of them to break or move.

But this time? This time, the mask has fallen off, it has met the end of its existence.

He comes closer, the shadow now a clear image. He goes and picks up the cuboid and hands it to her.

"Open it" He whispers in a soft voice, that disappears as soon as it appears.

She takes it and opens it, as per his words. Everything is perfect and normal.

Except for the space in the middle.

Something sparkles, in silver lustre. Her first instinct is, Diamond? She decided to pick it up

It's a key.

She looks up to him, bewildered. Is it what she thinks it is?

Move-in with me?

She places the box of chocolates down, the key held tight in her fist.

And then she kisses him.

She doesn't have to speak a word, but he understands. After all, why would two intertwined hearts need verbal responses to know what the other one feels?

Only his home, can fill the brick walls of his house with love, and make it a home.

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They both lay side by side on the lush grass, hands intertwined, hearts beating in unison, silence filling their souls like air fills their lungs.

They look at the stars and the moon. Or more appropriately, the gaze at the starry screen, but the mind plays significant moments from their time together.

Pooja's mind however thinks about the four of her birthdays since she set foot in Boston. The mundane softness of them, contrasting all the birthdays she has had in the rest of her years.

The photo frame of the interns from the first year. The group video call, her life from the second year. The PJ party from the third year. And the key from the fourth.

They are puzzle pieces of the saga of her life, the absence of friends from early years, the gap, the void now filled.

And after years of searching, she thinks she has finally found it. Hidden in the normality, the simplicity, the mundanity of life.

Happiness.

PS: If you are reading this, I am very grateful for you. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day🤎

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The Poo Life

Chapter 1: Birthdays & Beginnings (Part 1)

Summary: A look at Poo'a journey, as she navigates through the sweet, spice, salt and bitter of life. Told in the form of Pictagram posts and text edits.

In this chapter: Poo and Alekhya celebrate their 26th birthday with gifts, shopping, shenanigans and a very special surprise.

A/N: Most of the people in my tags currently were not there when I made Pooja's Meet my MC so some introductions need to be made:

• Alekhya Sharma: Pooja's twin sister, goes by the nickname Lekh or Kira.

• Idhayan Sharma: Poo and Lekh's adopted younger bro, goes by the nickname Idh

I am really excited for this series, especially coz this is my first Picta series and I really hope that you like these and my edits were not total bummer lol!

A/N 2: Jenny Winget's birthday was yesterday and today it's Poo's. This may or may not be a coincidence💕

Also, I had to split this chapter into 2 parts because tumblr won't allow more than 10 pictures in a post, Part 2 can be find here!

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August 12th, 00:00

Poo > Alekhya Text Msg

The Sharma Siblings' GC

August 12th, 00:20

Poo's picta post

August 12th, 01:30, Pooja's Diary

August 12th, 09:20 am

Lekh's picta post, an under-the-pillow gift from Poo

August 12th, 11:30 am

Idh's picta posts

August 12th, 06:15 pm

Poo's Picta Posts of their cakes

August 12th, 07:45 pm

Gift opening sess Picta stories of Poo

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The Poo Life, Chapter 2: Nostalgic

Summary: A look at Poo'a journey, as she navigates through the sweet, spice, salt and bitter of life. Told in the form of Pictagram posts and text edits.

In this chapter: Alekhya and Idhayan get Pooja a special surprise, there is a nostalgic outing and some glimpses from Pooja’s last day at Bhopal before saying Goodbye.

A/N: This is huge (according to me, at least) and emotional. And I went overboard with these edits. Also, I HATE writer’s block.

September 13th, 11:22, Countdown till Boston

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