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July 13, 2016 / 0 Comments

Inflicted – Cured

@Yelda #ThePatient After doing my household chores I stole the last valuable I would steal for chacha as I had planned to steal the main safe in Gurpreet’s bedroom, early morning tomorrow and disappear forever.  I sneaked out a gold ornament on my way to the psycho lady’s office. I reached under the bridge where Chacha and me met daily. He came a few minutes late in an auto rickshaw. I handed him the ornament. He examined it and said, “I want something more expensive soon or else you are coming home.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll steal something more expensive tomorrow.”

Suddenly out of nowhere police jeeps surrounded both of us. Gurpreet and the police inspector that introduced me to the psycho lady stepped out of one of the jeeps and the inspector arrested chacha.

You are now reading the ninth chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing…

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July 11, 2016 / 0 Comments

Inflicted – The Dilemma

@Yelda #ThePatient Thank god Chacha let me go. I don’t want to betray these people but now I have to give Chacha something or he will kidn…ap

Nooo…. not kidnap Yelda didi. I don’t want to get kidnapped again.

Don’t worry Anishi. I won’t let him do that to you again.

I must keep my sister safe. I will steal a few valuables and give them to chacha and then steal something big for me and run away from here forever but they were such nice people. Another option for me was to get chacha arrested and live with them for the rest of my life. But chacha was always there for me and I could not turn him in. My mind was getting crushed in this dilemma. Finally I decided what to do.

You are now reading the eighth chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing…

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May 20, 2016 / 0 Comments

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?”

You are now reading the fourth chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing…

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May 18, 2016 / 0 Comments

Inflicted – Job Day

@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.

You are now reading the third chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing…

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April 7, 2016 / 0 Comments

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.

You are now reading the first chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing.

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