One day I will meet that someone who will want to turn wood, metal, marble, porcelain, and paint into a home with shelves that bend from the weight of hundreds of books, sunlight streaming in from open windows to illuminate the floors that are dusty from our shoes that have walked this Earth together… Someone who will help me turn a patch of soil into a garden with fruit and herbs that grace our table, with faded coffee mug stains lingering from a breakfast morning, songs from the soundtrack of our life playing on the record player… One day these dreams I wish for when I can’t sleep at night will manifest themselves into reality, and I dare not allow myself to believe otherwise, because I have too much love in my heart… even after giving it away to family and friends, there is so much more left to give, and maybe someday there will be a pair of hands, a beating heart, kind eyes, and a gentle man to give it to.
'…being in love is good for you. You must do it more often.'
'Yes, I will,' said Lata. 'When you become a doctor, prescribe it to all your patients.'
—an excerpt from “A Suitable Boy” by Vikram Seth
My first hysterectomy as a resident was on a 16-year-old who had an illegal abortion. Her pelvis was nothing but pus. That’s the sort of thing we saw all the time. I admitted about two or three women like this every night. That’s what we’re headed towards now. We’re heading back to those days. Because of the restrictions lawmakers impose, women will seek abortions illegally, and we’re going to see a rise in septic abortions.