#57 Share Away

Hey there,

This one is about secrets.


Let me just break the fourth wall for a second.

I’m Nikhita and I’m an intern here at Zed.

I don’t know you just yet but by the end of this e-mail, we’re going to be best friends. And that’s because I’m going to tell you a secret.

Isn’t that what best friends do? Keep secrets? Well, I’ll go first.

When I was 8 years old, I tried to sell my infant sister to some amicable house guests. 5 bucks seemed fair at the time, but I was willing to negotiate. A prodigious salesman, if I say so myself. Of course, they declined and I was forced to share my childhood and snacks with her. While this is a relatively dark secret (human trafficking is incredibly serious), it only gets worse from here.

My best friend cheated off of me in almost every single pop quiz in school. We had a pretty bitter argument one day but when the teacher announced a surprise test, she asked for a truce. The white flags were raised, and I let her copy that day. But right before I submitted my paper, I changed all my answers to the ones I knew were right. She got a C for Copycat and I got a B for, well, a female dog.

Some secrets are heavier. I never held a proper conversation with my grandfather before he died. I was too young, too busy playing and watching television and he always believed that he would have time to talk, that we would have time to spend together. But I always ended our calls abruptly and I spent my time in my room when he came to visit. The regret and guilt of this secret are my own cross to bear.

These secrets have been weighing on my consciousness for quite a while now, it’s like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

Three anecdotes in one issue, aren’t we running out of ideas (wink). Regardless, if you feel like sharing, go ahead. We’re certified conversationalists.

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