Rewire & Rise:

 "Did we become doctor"? "Why do you seem to be a housewife"? She asked, her voice heavy and full of fear. "I am doing pre-med, I am working so hard," she continues "What happened?" I felt something heavy in my chest. I looked at her, and that's when I noticed she was fading. "Why aren't you answering?" Her voice softened. "I cracked the medical test and took admission in college," I said slowly.  But...," I stopped. "But what?" she asked   "I was struggling every day to keep you alive. I didn't feel the happiness I was supposed to feel I was supposed to feel" She didn't understand  “I studied so hard in my final year…” “But I was managing marriage… exams… and you…” I looked at her. “You were almost gone by then.” “Every day… You were fading,” I whispered. “And I was trying to hold you… and study at the same time.” “My whole university life… I was struggling.” “With studies…” “...

 I slid the curtain. She was standing outside the window.  It took me a minute to recognize her—those curious, restless eyes. How could I forget her? A fifteen-year-old with extremely expressive eyes, a girl who believed in idealism in everything. She looked at me, curious, almost suspicious. “Who are you?” she asked. I smiled, with tears in my eyes. “I am you… Twenty-two years later.” She laughed. “That’s impossible.” “Not really,” I said softly. “You and I are just separated by time.” She kept looking at me for several minutes, quiet, questioning eyes, as if she couldn’t believe that I could be her.  She had never thought she would turn out to be like me after 22 years.  She studied me carefully, searching for something. She expected to find something, perhaps greatness, perhaps perfection, perhaps a life that proved all her dreams had come true. But what she saw was indeed different; her talking eyes couldn’t tell me what she was thinking. “You look stron...