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Inflicted – Unexpected

@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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Inflicted – The First Encounter

@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.

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