The Minimal Typist

Click here if you missed the earlier part I left the auditorium before-hand, tackling all the crowd so that I could get a chance to meet him, just like any other fan. But I didn’t want an autograph. I wanted to let him know that how I was completely aware of his situation now, and how I can help him get through this. I tried pulling the crowd back just to get one chance to talk to him. But the local media people had already hijacked him. “Sir we are honored that you chose our city to end your tour. We were wondering if you can spare some time for the fans and answer a few questions.” Joe wanted to hesitate I could tell. But putting up a convincing smile, he said, “Sure, why not?” And they went on asking him questions, questions that were too cliché for an artist like him. Where did you began? Who do you look up to? The reason behind your success? Joe had it all. They weren’t letting him leave. One can say the media were very much captivated by his charm, just like anybo

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

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