Samaira's Therapy ( Edition -Joseph)

Samaira's Therapy .

( JOSEPH )

" So Mr Joseph! Can you tell me about your situation! And introduced yourself " Samaira asked Joseph, who was sitting in a plastic chair in the top of his apartment with a dark background with endless depth of the city without an ounce of light in it, they were the only dot of light till the horizon.

And hearing the therapist's words, Joseph looked up, his huge body not comparable to the chair.

" My name if Joseph, an orphan living in Mumbai since childhood, and I've been a Street Fighter even since I was fifteen, and I fought there for nearly ten years, and won most of my fights, I rarely lost, and they were all fixed already. In my early years, whatever I earned, I spent it on trivial things, got in some gangs and took part in many gang wars and shoot outs." And after saying that, he looked at her, asking if she had anything to ask more?

" And what about your wife! How did you meet her? " she asked with her eyes showing a false curiosity. And a sense of protection filled Joseph's eyes, and he said little guardedly.

" Her name is Jemma, and she came from a well of family. She had been suffering from Alzheimer's since she was twenty and her blood pressure keep fluctuating, and she has a rocky relationship with his family. Only her elder sister took care of her, I met in a coffee shop, I heard they were on a blind date, and after seeing her condition, he left the place and I took his place. "

" Why? " She asked and wrote something in her notebook.

" Why! what? " He asked and looked at her. And Samaira looked at him, and her eyes showed a look of indifference for a fleeing second.

" Why did you choose to take part in blind date ! What was your motive? ' Why did you do that! " she said, emphasizing the 'why' part. Joseph locked at her with a face of indifference understanding what she meant, and his indifference was clear for her to see, but she saw more than that. And Joseph didn't answer. And samaira looked at him, and decided to change the question and asked.

" You don't want to be here! " That wasn't a question.

" Yes! " He said matter -of-factly.

" So why did you accept this? " asked Samaira.

" Jemma told me to go. " And she just hummed.

" So you love your wife very much! May I ask how you fell in love with her, you can choose not to answer of course! " She left the exclamation in the end. And Joseph decided to answer this.

" It wasn't immediate," Joseph began, his tone softening slightly.

"At first, it was pity, I suppose. Seeing her there, abandoned and vulnerable. But as we spent time together, I saw her strength. Despite her illness, she has this incredible will to live and enjoy every moment she can. She's... she's amazing." Samaira nodded, scribbling in her notebook.

"And how does her condition affect your relationship now?" Joseph sighed, his eyes briefly flickering with pain but with a determination.

"It's tough. There are days when she doesn't recognize anything at all, and she always fears she'll forget about me . It breaks my heart every time. But then there are days when she's lucid, and we talk and laugh like we used to. I live for those moments." Samaira leaned back in her chair, studying him.

"It sounds like you've been through a lot together. How do you cope with the difficult days?"

" Fighting worked," Joseph admitted. "It's a way to release all the pent-up frustration and anger. But it's also the reason why I wanted to change. For her. I don't want to be that person anymore."

" That's why you don't seek any trouble. "

" No! I don't like trouble, and I avoid it, try to stay away from it. "

" Why! Is there any reason? " she asked, knowing there is a story behind it. And Joseph looked a little more serious.

" I killed three robbers in three blows. " And Samaira looked at his mussel and physic. She nodded and wrote something in his notebook.

" Why do you love Jemma so much? " she asked a blunt question.

" She loves me, I love her,and that's enough. "

" Ok! '' She said her expression looked like sympathy, which made Joseph a little angry.

" What's your bottom line? " And Joseph closed his eyes.

" I don't have a bottom line. " He said softly.

" I have a safety line. And I don't like people crossing it.