Writings - Unknown

     Pain is a dark reminder of our priorities. Especially when the pain seems like your heart is being squeezed. You can't breathe. You can't move. That was enough...     ...to wake me up. The time is well beyond 6am. Feeling a bit tired, but that has become a thing now. I managed to get freshen up. After that, I check my weight to observe that I have lost another half kilogram in a month. With a sigh, I have noted the latest value. I proceeded to read the newspaper and then check today's schedule. No meetings in the morning half. I can reach the office a little late today. After sitting for a few minutes, I started to the office.     Here I am, in my cabin. There is a knock on the door. "Come in", I say. "Hi sir, Good morning..." I see a guy, standing in front of me. "Hi... What is it? How can I help you?" I don't think he has come for my help. He is smiling. Is it blushing? "Just need a minute with you." "Sure. But before

*** Missed part 8? Click  here Want to know from the start? Click  here *** So, the search began for a therapist. It's not like one can go to their friends or relatives who are therapists. It works best when the therapist is as alien as possible to remove any inherent opinions/biases between the therapist and the person seeking the therapy.  Rohan searched the internet for various profiles and after filtering, he was left with four people to choose from. A rapport was necessary between the therapist and the person attending the therapy. Till that rapport was not there, one had to try talking to other therapists. So, without wasting time finding his 'perfect' therapist, he randomly selected one person to start with. The first session lasted 50 minutes, but he felt as if it had gone on for ages. After the session, he decided not to consult that therapist anymore. He had to pick his second choice. This time, he asked Ridhi to select a name from the remaining. Ridhi picked one.