Though Adya is not a cruel person, the saying 'cruel to be kind' rings true to her personality. What some may say is lacking tact, Adya thinks is being honest. Direct. There's no time to waste or a moment to be spared, life is for the living and death is not a fate she's hoping to meet soon. The people she loves are lucky to be in her life and the people she no longer has in her life will never have a space in it again. Though her thinking can be very black and white, Adya knows that holding onto facts over feelings is what has driven her to be as successful as she is. Adya is levelheaded, hardworking, responsible and balanced -- working hard to play just as hard. Behind such a pragmatist, the idea of a life half lived is even more terrifying than the idea of letting go. Nerves of steel and a heart of silver, Adya wonders sometimes if she wants to do more than what she's planned for herself or if she really is content just being where she is.
Adya's first memories are in a hospital room -- not their birth of course, but the beeping. The smell. The scratchiness of the bed sheets. Newly orphaned at almost three years old, Adya was lucky to have survived the car accident that her parents fell fatal to. She remembers the kindness, the warmth in such a sterile place. It's sad to think that she remembers this more than she remembers her birth parents, the ache of them deep and like a thought you can almost remember but can't quite place. Nalini and Parvin were nothing short of wonderful parents to Adya in her birth parents stead, doting and kind, giving her the choice to keep her last name or adopt their own. Aisha was the apple of her eye once she came along and anything that connected her to this familial structure was welcome -- after all -- they were the only family she really knew.
Upon moving out of the UK, Adya was anxious as she had not really planned for it. A meticulous planner, a lister, more organized than most teens her age -- she did not anticipate this move. While she had done dancing from an early age even if only to incorporate some movement into her life (that was not agonizing as she was not a runner and had no interest in kicking a ball around), she actually found herself fitting into her new school. It felt like a juxtaposition, a very studious, seemingly straightlaced, no nonsense person who dreamed of being a doctor on her school's dance team? It was the edge that helped her get into Stanford, as they felt she was more than just an aspiring Pre-Med student who wanted to help people. It was true that there was much more to Adya than that, though the minute university started Adya found herself deprioritizing dance for more lab hours, internships, readings, anything that could fast track her to Med School. Her social life was minimal; her parents and sister were the people she was closest to along with a handful of friends she found herself making. Aside from the music festivals, raves and vacations -- Adya was not one to let loose. Not when she had a goal in mind and a plan to execute.
Getting into Brown for Med School was a change that Adya was not sure they'd be able to make, but fell in love with the seaside town of Providence quite easily. Brown helped them redefine their wants, both personally and holistically in the medical field. Where passion meets purpose rang true to Adya -- realizing how much she really was passionate about her profession unlike so many of the people she'd met in school who seemed to be on autopilot. After many discussions with their family, they realized they had the stomach to go into surgery -- particularly trauma surgery. It felt full circle, as it was the trauma surgeon's who had saved little Adya all those years ago.
However, the pressure of a residency somewhere big and renowned did not call to her even though they were clamoring to have her -- she was wanting to practice medicine to help people, after all. Not for the ego boost, the accolades, the degree signage but the people. They picked Merrock, a small town alike Providence in weather and background, a town she had visited once on a small vacation getaway. Now in her seventh year of residency and in Maine, Adya can say she's found a home in Merrock. After her sister joined her a few years back, on her weekly facetime call with her parents she begs them to retire here. Make no mistake that Adya is happy with the life they've created here but sometimes they wonder if they should see more of the world, if they should've gone to a different place for their residency, if they should look into settling down properly or hit the reset button entirely. Abandoning the scrubs & stethoscope for something that isn't in their meticulous List of Life.
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