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THE UNEXPECTED CLIENT( Part-2: A Comical error)

Click here if you missed the beginning Walking by the streets on winter evenings are great as well as quivering. The car was out for service, so I decided walking to the venue. It was just a mile away from my house. Almost more than halfway through to the venue, and I could already sense the vibe of something energetic. It was like as if the comedian has taken over the atmosphere. I could hear those faded laughs from a distance. I could barely hear the jokes Mr Joe was cracking for the audience but I could clearly imagine how hilarious it could be. I showed my pass at the entry to get inside. As I got closer to the arena, those vibes took over my nerves too. I wish my client from the clinic was here. It would have definitely helped him a lot. But keeping my professional sentiments aside, I stepped inside for my personal recreation. AND I HAD THE FLOOR SWEPT OFF MY FEET. I WAS DUMB STRUCK. That voice, that fur coat and every minimal details I noticed during the day. It

THE UNEXPECTED CLIENT (Part-1: The Visit)

I checked my watch. It was quarter past 5 and I was ready to call it a day. It has been hectic than usual. Not that therapists have any particular season of clients coming up a lot, but affording a breath for myself seemed a tough job that day. I picked up all my stuffs and was about to leave when I heard a knock on door. “Are you Dr Wills?” the person enquired. “Yes I am. And you are?” I asked him. “Your client for…I don’t know how long.” “Look sir, I don’t think if I am left with any appointment for today so I would really appreciate if you can…” “Hasn’t the hippocratic oath been in your practice lately? Because I can clearly see you breaking it.” He interrupted subtly. People over here never talk to me like that. I have no pride for the profession I am known for but dealing an absolute deadpan was not how I expected to end my day. What sort of depression can he be into? I thought of letting go of his behaviour and sit with him for a session. The fami

THAT LAST BENCHER

Respected sir, It’s me. Didn’t recognise me? It’s okay. I never occupied that first bench to get your attention either. I never gave you my expensive pens and not asking for it later. I never conveyed your message to other staff members ever. I was bound to be unrecognized. Or should I say, I was never allowed to be recognized. The academic session began with that first lecture when you showed up and asked to introduce ourselves along with the “PERCENTAGE’ we passed out with. Henceforth, I learned to judge people by their academic capability. Not to mention, your changes in gesture towards students according to their marks. That “IMPRESSIVE” look to the 90% guy and that “GOOD FOR NOTHING” look to the student with 50%. If only you had considered to ask them what other things they were good at. Then came the time when you are supposed to make us sit because of course, we are too novice to decide what’s our best position in the class and you better than anyone knew the righ

WHAT IT TAKES TO GET A REPLY?

Probably, an ounce of EGO I guess. Or at least, something worthier enough than to revert to the person who might be waiting out there for that one “TEXT” back. In this generation of texting and multi-media we have somehow managed to put those good old post-mails and telegrams out of service. We did succumb to this texting and SMSing game quite shamelessly and apologetically. And in the midst of all that, we did realized that our value in some other’s perception is based on the amount of ignorance we throw to them by not responding to a message- like a girl to that “friend-zoned” guy like a guy to that “annoying” cousin or WORSE like a grand-son to his needy folks Everyone has their side of story to tell. They say they were too busy to respond but weren’t busy enough to unlock their phones, then checking the person who sent it, reading that message to the whole and then deciding to not reply back. Sure, the message wasn’t important enough to reply back to the perso

I UNDER-RATED HER

Yes, I under-rated her. Of all the things I expected her to do for me, she couldn’t manage to get some of them right which was enough to piss me off. I took her annoyance in the form of offence and felt proud about how much smarter I am than her, courtesy of all the sacrifices she went through to give me more than what I deserved. She always helped me get through the tough times. If not by lending a hand but being my emotional support. I might have made a greater equation with some of my best friends but when life gave me the toughest of the situations, she was the one who came to my mind first. I had reached to an age where I always had an answer for her question by discounting the fact that her point was not to conquer the situation but to make me teach a lesson out of it. Simply, I ignored her and that explains my arrogance. Will it count as a co-incidence if every morning, in order to get me the best toast, she ate the burnt one in the process? And I would s

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

It was the day. She was returning to the city after two long years from the states, we school friends had organized a reunion for her. Things did change quite a bit for her. Good dressing sense, more classified personality from before and yeah, that accent. Nobody was eager enough than me for her to come. Five years of schooling together but I never told anyone about my feelings for her. Never after the moment when she once punned on me that I was more like a brother to her. Instagram-proof that she is dating back in the US and was pretty much committed to her guy. Didn’t affect me much. I have been used to these pain ever since she left us. It was just that one-sided love which kept me thinking about her more often. As I was talking about her improved dressing sense, she lightened that already enlightened evening with a red backless dress she wore. Damn, am I the only one who fell for these girl? She came in and started hugging all of her friends. I was standing