Chapter 5: The
Therapist
Anjili rushed into the reception, said her name and rushed
into the room.
“You’re late.” Said a man in the suit who was holding a
tablet.
“I know, I’m sorry. I do have a perfectly good explanation
as to why I’m late.”
The man leaned forward in the chair he was sitting on. “Go
on.”
“I told my family about the abortion and about me wanting to
be independent.”
“This is good progress but you couldn’t have told them last
night?”
“I lost my nerve last night. I wouldn’t have told them at
all if my brother hadn’t started asking questions about why my doctors haven’t
been contacting him recently.”
“Anjili, we talked about this.”
“I know but I was really nervous. I mean, how do you even
tell them something like that?”
“We went over than for 2 hours.”
Anjili had run out of excuses. “Ok ok, I just didn’t want to
tell them.”
“Anjili, they are your family and they care about you-”
“I know I know, I care about them too but this morning was
just so hard and they want to talk more at dinner.”
“I’m very proud of you and I’m glad that you finally told
them. I hope you didn’t pin the blame on Khushi?” he asked accusingly.
Anjili looked away. “I tried not to no matter how much I
wanted to. I know that she is just as much of a victim as I am but I can’t help
but hate her.”
“I know. And I know you wanted to blame her but didn’t and
this is progress.”
“I’m moving out.”
The doctor frowned. “What? Anjili, I don’t think that’s
wise.”
“Every time I see her face, I just want to break down and
cry. I want to hit her. I want to destroy everything. And I know that if I don’t
move out, sooner or later, I’m going to do something stupid that’s going to sever
the relationship between me and my brother and I don’t want that.”
The doctor sighed. “I thought that we had worked through
most of these issues.”
“I thought so too. But as soon as she came back from her
honeymoon, all these feelings just crashed into me. I never had such dark
thoughts in my head. I didn’t understand why she got to have everything when
everything was taken away from me and I just wanted to crush her happiness.
This week has been torture to me and I’m having to physically control myself from
doing Khushiji any real harm. So I thought I should move out.”
“That’s a very mature decision that you’ve made.”
“Thank you. Now can we talk about something else?”
“Sure, I was meaning to talk to you about your limp.”
“I have it because of the polio I had when I was younger.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Excuse me.”
“Well I’ve been talking to your previous doctors and looking
at you prescription and I’m afraid that your limp is purely psychological.”
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