The Therapy Session

By Yash Gupta

Ahh what a drag, i mumbled! Another session with the therapist. When will mom and dad quit!?

It all started when i was young! It all started with these voices inside!

They gave me something which no one ever did. Clarity! That's right. They were honest!

They told me how my mom needs to spend 10 mins of her busy schedule everyday just to comb her long hair and that cutting them off was the only way to help her.. Boy, she wasn't pleased that day; i wonder why?!

They gave me the clarity on why i should stab the dog to death. Oh comeon, It was stealing what belonged to me in the first place-Mom and dad's attention!

It's hilarious that the dog's bites were more painful than dad's beating!

Once the voices told me that i was born to fly and i should jump off of my terrace. They laughed at my broken leg for months. But that's what friends do,isn't it? They plan practical jokes. They are my bestest friends!

But maa-baba are concerned.. i wonder why! We are just having some fun, aren't we?

They keep taking me to this clown ass therapist.

But we are prepared today, aren't we dearest?

"How are you today?", the therapist asks me. I giggled, then i laughed, louder, louder than ever.. then i grinned! Ohh the look on his face. You could feel the fear grabbing him by the spine..and that's when the voices told me to do it!

I jumped at him, stared him right in the face and i bit him. I thought i bit him really hard but nothing seemed to happen. He tried pushing me, and the voices screamed, "bite him harder!"

All i remember was how the blood gushed out from his neck!

We sang the old nursery rhyme together,

"We run through the deserts and we run through the mountains,

We go to the doctor and then dance in the fountains"

We all chuckled.

The voices were right. Blood does taste salty.

By Yash Gupta