Day 98: Anger

The accident changed our lives. Jitish’s, mine, our families, and the life of the nineteen year old. For the first three weeks, I didn’t care enough to find out who hit us. The ‘who’ didn’t matter to me. Only Jitish mattered. I decided ignorance was the best route at that point. It was easy to…

Never did I think…never ever

Never did I think that I would start writing a blog in search for strength and hope. More than anything, to help me accept this new reality. I had often thought about writing a blog on more frivolous and mundane subjects. A travel journal or a recipe blog perhaps. But never did I think I…