Author: Srilakshmi Aditi Gollapudi

  • The Therapist

    There he was, sitting in his office, with the clock ticking, and his eyes wandering around his huge office. On his left, was a large window that would let him greet his neighbors with a wave once in a while. There was a couch in front of him, and further behind that, a shelf, with all his awards or accolades arranged in a systematic way, just how he likes it, and of course, his most precious achievement, his certificate of excellence in the field of psychology that attributes to his fame as a therapist; one of the best in the business, Raghav Madan.

    Known to be a smart and empathetic man, the words, “Thanks to you, I am doing so well,” from his patients were not very unfamiliar to his ears. In fact, that’s all he ever heard, and that’s not an exaggeration.

    He kept staring at his awards, one of his flaws being harboring a small sense of superiority in his mind, for he was the only one he ever thought of, which made him a genius because he was still able to comprehend what others were feeling and that too so well!

    He heard the door open on his right, and there she was, one of his patients, he knew exactly what she was going to talk about: her boyfriend, who doesn’t give her enough attention, and she knew exactly where she was going wrong and what her pattern was. She just never acted on it, which made her a victim of unsatisfying relationships. How does one cure someone like this?

    His next patient was a man who was suffering the loss of his wife who passed away. The one after, was a woman whose dad was unavailable for her as a child.

    He kept listening to one patient after another, and he sure as heck, wanted a break from it, because being so amazing at the job came at a cost, his energy. But just when he was on his much-needed break, he saw his pleasant neighbors walk by outside, through his window and as usual, waved.

    The neighbors walking by were an old couple, a man, and a woman. The woman said, “Oh, I hope that man is doing all right,” to which the man asked, “Why?” The woman replied, “The poor man very dearly loved his wife, but she recently died. I think it got to him because he keeps talking to himself all day.” “Oh, that’s too bad, maybe we can try to get him some help,” the man replied.