CHAPTER 1: 2025: THE 'PAHELI' IN DEEPTI’S CHAOTIC LIFE!

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What is life, if not a mystery, a puzzle, a ‘paheli’? The first question came before I was born, in fact. Would I be Deepti or Aditya? That was an easy one!

The next conundrum made an appearance when I finished school. What stream would I take? It was not as if I had a whole trunk full of choices, and I certainly did not want to pick the two that were on everyone’s lips.

Engineering or Medicine!


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When I opted for the Arts stream (they call it Humanities these days!), my Physics professor who also helped me in Math, almost had a stroke. The poor gentleman had poured his heart and soul into getting me to love the subjects, to the extent that I got better marks in them than in my beloved English even.

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I resuscitated him with reverence, and then went on to take up English Literature for the next seven years, all the way to my Post Graduation where words played a significant role in my life.


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Today, as I pore over my 11th published book, I wonder where I would have been if I had taken another path. I would probably have been wealthier and more famous, but would I have been as happy and content?


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Another ‘paheli’ to pore over! 


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