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@Melinda Monroe #ThePsychiatrist During the hypnosis something unexpected happened. When I asked the patient her name, she said, “My name is Anishi.”
That was quick, I thought. I quickly improvised my question lineup and asked, “Do you remember your family?”
“Yes”, she said.
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@Melinda Monroe #ThePsychiatrist
It was my first appointment with Yelda. She was late. As she entered my office, she asked, “Why am I here?”
“Sit down Yelda, we have much to talk about.” I said pointing towards the couch in front of my desk.
She sat down. She looked miffed. I asked, “How was your first day at the job? Anything out of the ordinary?”
“It was horrible. They treated me like a goddess and I kept thinking all this is because they still think I am their daughter. They are feeding me with good food, they are giving me much less work. I don’t feel like a maid there. It feels like some kind of scam is being run on me and I don’t know why they sent me to you. This also feels a little suspicious. I feel like you guys are ganging up on me and forcing me to believe something that is not true. I mean they took an aarti of me when I got in the house. Who does that?”
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@Yelda #ThePatient My job began in the morning and ended a few hours before my begging shift ended. So after the job I would go to my begging spot as my chachaji wanted me to. I have been saving a lot of money from begging. Although I give chachaji most of it but I keep some of it for me and I would do the same with my maid job as well. I was really alacritous for this job so I completed my daily home chores and went towards the wacky lady’s home.
When I reached there, the home was decorated as if there was some celebration. I rang the bell and the door was opened by the wacky lady. She looked delighted to see me. She had a plate with prayer ornaments. I was totally befuddled. She started performing an aarti on me. I tried to stop her as she was making me uncomfortable. She explained that anyone who enters into their house for the first time has to go through this. It calmed me down a little.
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@Yelda #ThePatient Sitting in the interrogation room I was wondering what did I do deserve this. The weird lady and the inspector asked me a lot of questions and I don’t even recognize the two people who brought me here. They are calling themselves my parents and they are calling me from some other name.
I think they have mistaken me for someone else. I do hope the weird lady helps me in getting back to my dear chacha. He might be worried. When he gets worried, he gets mad and when he gets mad he would hurt me. It’s been so long since I have been a bad girl.
I don’t want chacha to punish me. After a long time the lady who brought me here walked in. She apologized for the confusion and offered me money to compensate for my time. She even offered me a job as a maid at her home. I told her what my chachaji asked me to tell any stranger that offers this job.
“I’ll have to ask my chachaji.”
You are now reading the second chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing…
@Melinda Monroe #ThePsychiatrist
I was under the impression that January 11th, 2010 was just another conventional Monday. After waking up at 5:30 and freshening up, I jogged to my gym. I worked out for about an hour and then came back drenched in sweat, took a hot shower and prepared breakfast. I ate my typical breakfast of a Monday morning i.e. 2 Boiled Eggs, Bowl of Cornflakes and Two loafs of bread with a glass of Juice. After being done with the breakfast I headed off to my office.
I had three usual appointments that day. My patients had the usual psychological problems of stress, tension, etc. so they just needed some counseling and I used to help them that way. That day I got an unusual call from the nearby police station which made my life a little exciting.
Don’t judge me, if you had to listen to people talking the same crap all day you would also get frustrated and something like this is a way for you to get away from all this. I didn’t know that this was the last case of my professional career.
Anyway, I was called down at the station. I saw two women sitting in one corner and one man talking to the inspector who was in charge of the station. One of the women was exceptionally well dressed and from the way she dressed, she looked like a millionaire.
The other looked poles apart. She looked like one of the beggars that we find on the streets of New Delhi everyday. I looked a little closely and was sure that I saw her at one of the traffic lights I pass when I go to my office.
You are now reading the first chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing.