Reet Singh shares her first time she got that 'zing', that 'I know what I'm going to do with the next part of my life' feeling. It almost sounds like a meet-cute in a romance novel! What a gift, one that not many can say they've received. Thank you, Reet for sharing this experience!!!
I was a brand new third-year medical student and I was about to start a clinical posting in Ophthalmology. Being mildly curious and wishing to be prepared with what I’d encounter in the wards, I walked into the library and picked out a textbook of ophthalmology.
At first touch, an electric tingle began in the tips of my fingers and it zinged through me to exit out my toes. I nearly dropped the book. I thought it was tennis elbow, since I had spent the holidays reading romances - there were no computers and kindles back then, and reading meant actually, physically holding up a book using your arms, and actually, physically using your fingers to turn pages. Voracious readers like me got tennis elbow.
I tried again, carefully, carrying the book to the reading area, but the tingling started again and got worse as I turned the pages. Gazing at images of eyes - healthy ones and damaged ones and everything in between – I felt my breath hitch and my heart started hammering away. I couldn’t make any sense of it, but I couldn’t free myself either of the strange hold the book had on me.
It was as if I’d just found a pot of gold at the edge of a rainbow – hours later, when the librarian, accompanied by two security guards, tried to pry the pot of gold from my fingers, I fought them tooth and nail. I vaguely remember somebody making a call to somebody, who rushed in with a syringe that she stabbed into my arm. When I came to, I was in a ward with cool, green walls, lying on clean, white sheets, and feeling as calm as a cat that has finally deciphered the meaning of life. I had found my meaning – I was destined to be an ophthalmologist.
I’ve been an ophthalmologist for over 30 years now, and if my story sounds a little unbelievable, blame it on recall bias considering the number of years that have passed since that first experience.
My love affair with books began when I was a tot. A fabulous mother, who recognized the power of the written word, read to me and my sisters every night, introducing us to the wonderful world of the imagination. Once I could read on my own, I graduated from fairy tales to adventure stories to romance, spending all my pocket money on books. My father served in the army and took the family along mostly wherever he went, resulting in experiences that beg to find a place in my books. I am an ophthalmologist, but make time for my other passions – reading and writing stories, watching romantic comedies, and doing creative things with wool and a crochet hook. I also love solving the Hindu crossword, and – when my muse is elusive – I enjoy pitting my wits against my husband’s at Scrabble®. When I have no other choice, I can be found in the kitchen putting together my ‘world-famous’ one-pot meals.
Reet Singh writes contemporary romance.
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~March 3, 2018
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