A Writing Quill

  There is always a first time. This recent first time was not at all appreciative for me. I was hurt, and it pained so much that my decision to consider that experience had jeopardized my future decision-making capabilities. But later, I did thank myself for taking it up. The constant shrieking pain in my molar tooth on the extreme left of my mouth drove me to a dental doctor who had 27 years of experience in dentistry (written vividly in her signboard).   My appointment was scheduled at 11 A.M., but it was delayed by 10 minutes for a reason that made me firmly believe in her medical capabilities. She was chanting some mantras loudly and was audible from outside before she began her day at the clinic. I conceived that if she is starting her day with the blessings of God, then she is a lady of great affirmations and would perform her duties with full faith and dedication. My silly musings were interrupted, and I was called inside. The dusky lady in her 50s, after examinin...