"𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏"
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"Why do you avoid meeting my eyes?" His voice came out as an inaudible whisper, hi...
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“ Distance gives us reason to love harder ”
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Mishka softly caresses the cotton fabric of her Kurti, head lowered letting her long hair curtain her face. She didn't dare to look up at the lady sitting across from her, she didn't want to see her, she never wanted to.
But she can't escape, it's her reality, a cruel one. She is dependent, dependent on the people around her, for everything. She feels suffocated like someone is choking her to death. She doesn't need anyone's help, at least this is what she thinks of herself, but the reality is against her ideas, her needs and her wishes.
She doesn't like the smell of doctors let alone hospitals, the reason why her psychiatrists personally visit her at home.
"Why are you not speaking anything?"
Rekha Verma, her old psychiatrist, is anything but rude or bitch. She is soft, patient, gentle yet caring. The problem is in Mishka, she doesn't want her to visit her, not now, not ever. It makes her feel pathetic and weak, that she can't live her life without relying on medication.
"I don't want to speak."
"But my child, I'm not any mind reader. You have to vocalize your words."
Mishka finally meets her eyes behind those glasses. She can sense the sincerity and calmness in her old orbs. She isn't old, somewhere around the same age as Swati.
"I don't know what to say anymore."
Rekha sighed heavily, the girl before her was so stubborn if not gentle. She doesn't want anyone to see her transparency, she doesn't want them to worry about it at any level. She doesn't want them to think of her as a weak child, which she's not.
The girl before her, Mishka, her name, is anything but weak. She is the strongest girl, caring in her ways, innocent but not naive, unaware but not dumb, stubborn but not spoiled, calm but not mute, that Rekha has ever seen in her whole life.
Rekha crumbled the small letter in her fist that was the root of their meeting.
"What has exactly happened to you?"
Mishka sighed when another unwanted question was thrown at her, but again she couldn't escape. She just cannot.
"I asked about my birthday."
Rekha is stiff at her answer, she is mentally preparing herself to hear more, because Mishka can do anything but lie.
She hides, because that's easy.
Lying is a crime, hiding is suppressing the truth for a temporary period.
