"eventually, you will have to forget her you know", said the psychiatrist.
"why am i paying a psychiatrist to be rude?", thats all i could utter.
the man stood up and moved somewhere behind my back, i heard a cupboard being opened, rummaged in and shut closed. about 20 seconds, my witty brain calculated what this silence cost to me.
he brought back a photo frame with him. i was so sure where it was going.
"you know who she is?", he asked with a calm face. these brain bogglers have a knack of being patient no matter what. sadly, i am not even close.
"seriously man, how the fuck would i know?", i regretted this waste of an hour. again, he showed no reaction on my swearing. instead, he adjusted himself on the seat as if he is going to tell me a story. i looked at the picture. the girl was looking so young. so beautiful.
"she was to me what shriya is to you", he said.
"then why is she still in your closet"
"why am i paying a psychiatrist to be rude?", thats all i could utter.
the man stood up and moved somewhere behind my back, i heard a cupboard being opened, rummaged in and shut closed. about 20 seconds, my witty brain calculated what this silence cost to me.
he brought back a photo frame with him. i was so sure where it was going.
"you know who she is?", he asked with a calm face. these brain bogglers have a knack of being patient no matter what. sadly, i am not even close.
"seriously man, how the fuck would i know?", i regretted this waste of an hour. again, he showed no reaction on my swearing. instead, he adjusted himself on the seat as if he is going to tell me a story. i looked at the picture. the girl was looking so young. so beautiful.
"she was to me what shriya is to you", he said.
"then why is she still in your closet"
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