" I really appreciate you changing your mind and attending this season, Mr B. ", I told B, who sat in front of me.
" I save you and this is the ' Thank You ' I get. ", B stated bluntly.
" Pardon me....", I asked confused.
" You told that lousy geezer about me not attending therapy. So, he won't let me do my next assignment. ", He told me.
" As a bodyguard. ", I guessed.
" Yes....", He said with a sigh.
" I am sorry for that but you really need help. ", I told him.
" Alright! What's on the menu? ", He asked me.
" For God's sake, shoot me with your damn questions ", He said sharply.
' Short Tempered....Fairly religious.....talks to the point....', I mentally noted down in my mind.
" Have you completed your internal primary monologue analysis of me? ", He asked with a bored tone.
" Yes... continue..." I replied and stayed silent.
Silence prevailed in the room for a couple of minutes.
" Whenever you are ready with your questions, wake me up. ", B said as he laid back on the wall.
" Sorry...Well: Tell me about yourself...", I asked him in a professional tone.
" Skip to the next question because you already have the answer in documents my superior sent for the therapy appointment. ", He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
" Okay, Tell me about your childhood...", I asked him next.
" I was an adopted child. ", He answered bluntly.
" Did the question paper specify to answer in one sentence? ", I asked him sarcastically.
" Sorry, but I don't remember whatever happened before I got adopted. ", He answered with his fists closed.
' He's lying.... He does remember but doesn't want to talk about it, which means that he's a case of childhood trauma ', I inferred.
" Tell me about your adopted family. ", I asked him next.
He looked at me silently. It was as if he wanted to tell me about his life.
" If you have any reservations on this, please do take them off. I can understand you, being an adopted child myself. ", I reassured him.
" You're adopted? Answers the question of why someone beautiful as you is his sister. Not to say your brother is bad looking. ", He told me making blood rush to my cheeks.
" Well, thank you and I didn't take what you said offensively. I just want you to know that I understand and you can talk to me about it. ", I reassured him again.
" My adopted family....takes me back to my school days. ", He started.
" And? ", I made him to go further.
" My father was a businessman and my mother was Yoga teacher. My father's younger brother also used to live with us. ", He went on.
" Did he have a family of his own? ", I asked him.
" No, he was interested in the Bhramacharya path so he took Celibacy from Kashi. ", He answered.
" And how old was he when he took Celibacy in Kashi? ", I asked B.
" He was 28 when he took Celibacy before he.... ", He stopped his reply in the middle.
" Mr B....the efforts taken in this session will be futile if you don't co-operate with me. ", * reminded him, hoping he would open up.
" Before he died in an accident. ", B replied.
" If you wish to tell me about it, you can or we can end today's session. ", I stated to B.
" Yes We should. ", B replied and stood up.
" Make sure to be here at 10 AM tomorrow. ", I told him.
" Like I have a choice...", B commented in acceptance as he walked out the door.
' What am I going to do with this patient? ', I thought to myself thinking about tomorrow.
And she didn't know that the next session will change her life forever.