Shrishti

The tik of my heels spread over the room, people sitting around the table watched me like the caption of the class. I wore a plain white shirt covered with a black blazer and black pants with confidence. I allowed my bronze wavy hair to yield around my shoulder to feel free, I took half portion of my hair and tied into a bun. I was inside the reception hall of a clinic, whose doctor was an excellent psychologist. I took out my specs and went on to read something until my turn come, but, as soon as I stood up, my name was announced by the receptionist, "Miss Shristi, sir has called you". 

I half smiled her and nodded her. As I walked, all eyes were on me, might be trying to identify what problem I must have that I needed to appoint a psychologist, but one's story and their mind can never be imagined by anyone. The whitewashed building contained various paintings on the wall, one such painting that caught my attention was titled as "angel of silence", a girl with several Colors inside her, stood silently with a closed eyes and a slight smile on her face, I took a picture of it, and went to the cabin which was straight to that painting. I knock the door, a voice, harsh in its tone called out, "come in".

I stepped inside, a man with a short beard with curly ends, making him a figure working as a model, squared specs on his deep chocolate brown eyes, his body stiff as such someone has photographed him, and a crooked smile constant on his face by looking at the reports, by keeping his attention on the reports, he ordered,

"Come, sit here miss", he asked me to sit on the chair, kept just in front of him.

"So, how are you? " He asked

"I am fine, Thank you" I replied as fast as I could. 

"So, what's the problem? I saw you are having high mood swings nowadays, is anything that you wanted to share or is there anything that's making you upset? " He asked me looking neutrally towards me, I bite my lips and my eyes stared at the empty walls of the cabin, his questions, not at all tried to hold my attention

"No...I mean I don't feel there's anything special enough that could,...um... You know it hurts me, it's just I don't know, at one moment I feel very low and disheartening, I don't know why but I feel like I am the unlucky person or I question myself why am I living? And I cannot sleep due to these feelings."

"Ok I totally understand, miss" he replied

"Let's talk about something else, I wanted to ask you, do you like something or is there anyone in your life? "

"No,....... actually yes, I do but right now I think he doesn't love me the way I do. "

"Is it what troubling you? " He asked with keeping an eyebrow up.

"I don't know if I knew why would I come here? " I replied more rudely than I should.

"Ok I understand, let's solve it, you will call that person and tell everything whether he likes you or not, we will solve it later on but right now it's important for you to speak your heart. "

"So, do you have the number ?"

"Yes....., I guess I do " I replied keeping my eyes down.

"So call him"

I fast typed the numbers as I remembered them, and called him. The doctor was busy again in studying the reports after a while doctor went out as his phone rang, and came back after a while, my call was not answered.

He came and sat beside my chair and asked,

"Am I the one? "