“If you can’t be illogically good, uncomfortably good, if you can’t be loyal when no one is looking…what’s the point?” | My Thoughts on A Year of Wednesdays by Sonia Bahl

Every now and then, you pick up a book that is outside your reading comfort zone. For me, it was A Year of Wednesdays by Sonia Bahl. I’ll admit that I am not particularly a fan of contemporary Indian writers because somehow they can’t seem to think of anything outside the circle of love. But amidst my pre-established bias and impulsive decisions, I decided to give this book a shot.

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The Day I Wanted to Kill Myself

The day I wanted to kill myself was a Tuesday in October. I lay in bed holding a box of sleeping pills in one hand and a knife in the other. On my table next to the bed rested a pair of scissors and a rope that I had spent hours untangling. My eyes were fixed at the fan. The room was dark with all lights turned off;

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