This is a part of my life that none of my friends or family members know about. The same reason why I am so reluctant to put it out here. I have literally never been more skeptical ever about anything. 2013, 10th std one of the most important years in school life. It was the first time I was ever attending tuition classes and was trying to get adjusted to it. One fine day at 5.30 in the evening, mom got a call from my cousin brother Abhi. He is two yrs older than me, my maternal cousin who lives in our hometown. He was asking my mom about gift suggestions for his little brother. Mom handed over the phone to me, I rejected it as I was running late to meet tuition friends for some chit chats before class. By 7 pm some of my mom’s friends came over to the class and took me home. I asked them what had happened and they didn't say anything. I came home to a hell load of people at my house and I feared the worst. Even when dad told me that Abhi is no more, it just didn’t sink in....
I have contemplated a lot since the past few years that, should I actually come out publicly about it. It may hurt someone else's feelings or you may feel that I am a weakling. Just figured it out that all if it doesn't matter and what matters is the fact that at the end of this ..maybe there is the slightest chance that maybe I could help someone out. So, here is my version of my story so far. 8 years ago I tried to commit suicide. I didn't consider the consequences because I didn't care or think about anyone else other than me. The emotional, mental stress and pain were unbearable, so one fine day I decided to be selfish enough to do it. It involved a lot of blood and a few stitches. One thing i realized..never die in pain ..it should be peaceful you know. So when I saw the blood and it started paining like hell ...i realized that probably ye nhi karna chiaye tha. By God's grace, I have always had someone who always knew what i am going through. ...