I didn’t have a great childhood. It wasn’t easy for me to talk as a child and by the age of eight, I was diagnosed with autism. I couldn’t read nor write. It was much like a disability that my parents believed I had. I didn’t go to school till I turned eleven. In the first grade. I was laughed at and made fun off for not being able to talk despite of my age and that’s when I got angry at myself for being imperfect and at my parents for giving up one me. My father was a professor at a university so he had an entire room filled with book of all kinds, biological as well as technological. I usually snuck in there and tried to read at least three books in three hours every day. I read them as loud as I could to improve my speech and I didn’t face any sort of discouragement as I was the only audience. After my 12th birthday, the results of grade 2 came in and I scored the highest score with the most perfect grades. That’s when I decided to talk to my parents about jumping from grade 2 to grade 6. Even though they were tickled pink, they didn’t want to rush on things and decided to consult the doctor first. After I was tested accordingly and my results came in positive, my parents didn’t see a reason to deny my request and so I did as I wished to do. The teachers at school weren’t as supportive and thought that’s I’d humiliate myself but instead, I aced the exams and by the time I was sixteen, I got a scholarship from the biggest university in country. I was an undergraduate and still made it through university so I thought about what to go on with for the best career and being a doctor is all I could think of.
Up to this day, my mother says I attract females because of the million dollar look that I got from her and my father says that because of my skills, girls are after me. No female ever caught my attention though, until I met her.
I tried my best to stay happy and positive around my parents but they just made it impossible to have hope. I couldn’t just ignored their guilty and sympathetic faces that I had to see every morning and night. I just couldn’t and so one night, I searched for some well-known hospitals in the main city and luckily I found one that was just about two blocks away from my dream university. The next morning while having breakfast, I broke the news to my parents. “Shini, that’s five hours from home honey and you’ll be all on your own there. I can’t agree to that.” said my mom. I had to explain it to them in a way they would feel any more burden or guilt. “Besides, Ishan will also be there for the exchange program right? He can take care of me for all along his stay there and then I’d be used to the new city by the time he leaves for the states again so I can take care of myself” I said. My mother is a very stubborn woman, I guess I get it from her. However, my father tried to stand up and support me so he convinced my mother. “The hospitals there are better too you know. Just let her go for the sake of everyone.”
So it was finalized that I was going to leave home two weeks from that day.
I remember the last words my mother whispered in my ears when I gave her a goodbye hug; “At least now fine yourself a fine man, I bet everyone will be mesmerized by you there.”