Let me clear it from the outset. If you are expecting a story where everything works out in the end and Akriti miraculously recovers, then this is not the book for you. Her disability is permanent and she has to find a way to live with it.
Akriti is in 11th standard. She is sarcastic and spews out hate on the world unable to come to terms with her condition. She is mean and cruel, especially to people, who are sympathetic to her. She could have been a normal grumpy teenager but the inability to do the simplest of things for herself, and having to depend on others, makes her angry.
I hated taking people’s help.
Akriti is completely closed off to the person she was before and takes the people who care for her for granted. To actually care is painful, so a great way of avoiding future pain is detaching herself from everything that mattered.
Her Amma is caring and sympathetic to her plight as her caregiver but Akriti thinks she is weak because she let’s her get away with bad behavior. Ranjith her younger brother is a model son and ever helpful, which infuriates her further. Her Appa doesn’t put up with her nonsense and he is the only person she is scared of. He doesn’t go easy on her because she is in a wheelchair.
Akriti hates sticking out like a sore thumb for something which isn’t under her control. She desperately wanted to be normal (the way she was before the accident) for the sake of blending in, but this is her new normal.
I wheeled myself through the corridor. Being alone in a crowded place didn’t bother me; it was the awkward stares that made me punch everybody in the face.
The only magic I will ever believe in is a woman’s handbag and its endless capacity.