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Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. 1. JHANVI
  5. 2. ASHRAY
  6. 3. JHANVI
  7. 4. ASHRAY
  8. 5. JHANVI
  9. 6. ASHRAY
  10. 7. JHANVI
  11. 8. ASHRAY
  12. 9. JHANVI
  13. 10. ASHRAY
  14. 11. JHANVI
  15. 12. ASHRAY
  16. 13. JHANVI
  17. 14. ASHRAY
  18. 15. JHANVI
  19. 16. ASHRAY
  20. 17. JHANVI
  21. 18. ASHRAY
  22. 19. JHANVI
  23. 20. ASHRAY
  24. 21. JHANVI
  25. 22. ASHRAY
  26. 23. JHANVI
  27. 24. ASHRAY
  28. 25. JHANVI
  29. 26. ASHRAY
  30. 27. JHANVI
  31. 28. ASHRAY
  32. 29. JHANVI
  33. 30. ASHRAY
  34. 31. JHANVI
  35. 32. ASHRAY
  36. 33. JHANVI
  37. 34. KAVYA
  38. 35. ASHRAY
  39. 36. RISHI
  40. 37. JHANVI
  41. 38. DR SHYAM
  42. 39. ASHRAY
  43. EPILOGUE
  44. TO MY READERS
  45. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  46. ABOUT THE BOOK
  47. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  48. A MUST READ

Walking out of the doctor’s office, the Mumbai sky hung heavy with the start of the monsoon season. It felt like a lifetime ago that I had run in a torrential downpour, trying to escape my life, using the rain to hide my tears as they fell freely in response to Puneet’s betrayal. So much had changed in the months that followed; I finally felt alive, accepted not only by those who loved me, but accepted by myself. I opened my phone, not to check my statistics, not to post a photo, but to phone my mom and let her know the good news.

As I disconnected the call, the first drops of rain began to fall. I sent Ashray a message, knowing that he would only get it when he was finished with Dr Shyam.

‘Kavya and I are cooking tonight at your place, invite Rishi.’

The taxi was waiting for me as the heavens opened. A young woman made a mad dash towards the doors of the building I had just exited. Fear was written on her face, anxiety forcing her to claw her wet, clinging dress from her chest. Hopefully, Ashray would give her a comforting smile when he left so that she knew she wasn’t alone in all of this. That she, too, could overcome it.

38. DR SHYAM

38

DR SHYAM

It isn’t unusual for a relationship to develop between patients. People in need tend to lean on each other, the wounded often seeking out other wounded. Even in the animal kingdom, the sick finds the sick, the dying somehow instinctively seeking out the resting place of those who have passed before them. In people who have come to me or any other professional, this is not necessarily a good thing, and so, when Jhanvi and Ashray’s friendship initially blossomed, I tentatively warned them against it. They proved me wrong though. Ashray, ever wise, told me that two slightly damaged planks laid with their faults in opposing directions would still hold more weight than one thin plank. In this instance, he was right; they complemented each other in a way I could never have expected and, I am sure, have had many a laugh and complaint session about me. Regardless, considering the level of anxiety both Jhanvi and Ashray displayed when first walking into my office, I have been impressed with the progress they have made.