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On Thursday this week, I was at work and I was having a terrible headache and the cause, I suspect, had been a result of me staring at my laptop screen for hours on end the few days before. I was in my unit, resting my head and I dozed off. I woke up to see a WhatsApp message from one of my intern colleagues reminding me that I had promised to give her my logbook.

Logbook is a book where we document our activities each week as interns.

So, I got up, told my colleague where I was headed, and made my way to the Accident and Emergency pharmacy unit. Just as I was about to walk in, one of the senior pharmacists was trying to walk out. But upon seeing me, she paused, turned around, and walked back in.

Then she called me aside and said something along the lines of:

“I must commend you for your writing skills.” 

And then she proceeded to shower me with compliments. I stood there, smiling and blushing — as much as my black cheeks would let me. She said so many kind things that for a brief moment, I thought to myself, “If we were age mates, maybe I’d have seized this moment to ask her out.”

Laugh out loud. 

I told her I had a donation link at the bottom of my blog — you know, just in case. 

After that delightful encounter, I made my way to the Paediatrics pharmacy, where my logbook actually was. And the moment I stepped in, I was greeted with another wave of kind words — this time from the unit head of the Pediatrics pharmacy. Once again, I smiled. 

See, comments like these warm my heart. I don't think I am a good writer because I am my own worst critic, and the things I write are not half as good as the things I read. I have always been honest about this. Yet, more and more people tell me they enjoy reading the things I write. It is an amazing feeling that anyone is interested in reading the things I have to say. It's surreal that anyone even cares. I can't explain it. 

Currently, I have 24 subscribers on my blog - that is, 24 people who opted to get notified each time I make a new post here. Someone sent me an email asking for an RSS Feed, so you could say I have 25 people interested in what I have to say, and the feeling is like magic.

I can now understand what Eminem said in his song 'Till I Collapse -

“Music is like magic, there's a certain feeling you get

When you real and you spit and people are feeling your shit"

Although, it must be even more euphoric for Eminem because, unlike having 24 people, he has millions of people interested in what he has to say. Maybe one day I will have millions of people subscribed to my newsletter? 

Laugh out loud, who am I kidding? that is never going to happen. 

But Eminem said he was - 

"Tired of not performin' in a packed coliseum." 

Little did he know what the future held for him.

But, no, I am not Eminem. I don't rap. I just write about my experiences. And I'm suprised and glad people read them.