Nidha Sha is a medical student and writer who believes storytelling can be both a scalpel and a salve. When she isn’t studying or writing, she can be found embroidering, crocheting, or cuddling with her cat.
our plane’s wing slips over the crimson moonand the man beside me asks fora bloody mary and I ask for ginger aleair bubbles I choke through my noseinto my torqued stomach full ofpesto pasta and sun-dried tomatoesreminiscent of the old salad bar by my
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