Wednesday, 5 January 2022

Memoirs of a Gen Z Wife: Episode 1 - Part 2: Old Wounds, new Boons

 Tethering towards danger, she was

But why then was he her partner throughout?

Something amiss about the two

They would discover it and be blatant about it too.


Prantik tried not to laugh out loud as he exited the therapist’s boutique. He put his left foot forward on the patio leading to the adjoining parking lot of the row houses that had established themselves into unique services in a quaint lane of the busy Girgaum/Chowpatty.

As he stepped into the scant green of what the privileged offered to nature in Mumbai, he caught his stomach and laughed. He laughed for crying out loud. A contradiction he had to live for some time. So Jahn was split – Finally it surfaced. He was glad about the insight into the condition but he was leading to the last leg of the game. “Finally man finally!” Prantik said out loud as he stepped into his Audi 707. Jahn loved the purple of it. A bit too loud for him but he remembered Jahn saying, “Oh but Prantik, purple is the colour to preserve wellness of life. We have to have this one babe!” And so purple it was.

Something burst open inside him as he revved the engine. He slanted the rearview mirror to look at his now broken reflection. He sat straight up and he laughed again, “Time for some homeopathy baby!”

He blasted some ‘Rave on Time’ by Charlotte De Witte and sprang to life as he drove towards nowhere. A drop of tear smudged his vision and he smiled to himself. He smiled for both of them, for the last leg of the game or wait, would it be the last time? He wondered as he faced his downright regret for deserting his doll years ago when they were dating. He ran his hand over his hair, one hand managing the steering of the car and looked straight ahead in excitement of what was in store for her!

What had they become over the years? So complex yet they were never more in love than this moment he would weep to now, for the rest of the few years that waited ahead. Just then his phone rang to ‘Wicked games you play’ and he answered Jahn’s call smiling yet he knew that at that minute some innocence of him had died. “Hi Jahn, sup” Prantik said cheerfully and genuine at that too.

“What’s up babe, where are you?” Enquired Jahnvi nervously. Part of her knew from the way he sounded so adamantly happy that something was up. After almost a decade of loving him, she knew his every tone. Adamantly cheerful means he was preoccupied. He just didn’t sound busy anymore when he could for her so she wouldn’t feel left out of him. It had become a practice after the last break down.  “Jahn are you there?” said Prantik in anticipation.

A part of Jahnvi’s soul split and she was alive again. She knew it. She said evenly, “ So you know.”

Prantik was relieved that minute. He knew it was her split. Game time was now. “Wanna hop on my ship for a bit?” said Prantik assertively while focusing on the road. He knew she was writing the first ever handbook on normalizing mental health and encouraging her character he maintained the smooth domination.

Jahn smiled into the mirror whilst talking on the phone and said to herself ,“ Now it’s possible.”

Jahnvi said calmly, “So the game has begun Prantik. You bet I’m on.”

Prantik was alert as fuck that moment fully realizing that he had to make her split fall in love with him so he said carefreely, “You’re two, I’m too. Love you baby. See you at dinner. Gotta go and get some work done at work or Ray’s gonna be on my case. See you or the two of you soon." He laughed and she did too.

Jahnvi had never ever felt so alive ever! She was excited and inspired and couldn’t wait to write the first chapter on her book. She promised herself that her handbook on the 'Ten Tenets to normalize mental health' would transform society and their perception about co-existing with patients in a way that there wouldn’t be a difference in viewing them at all.

She called Neetu for some tea and launched in a frenzy of inspiration on the FIRST TENET – Realization

Mental health can be viewed with biases but well, aren’t we all victims in a way of some mental and spiritual shortcoming in today’s times? Look at the world and the phenomenon of evolution that mankind has made that’s made humans more perceptible to make beliefs and fears of the unknown in every possible way today. The stress of being on a job, the fear of earning a certain capital every month, the pressure of keeping up with appearances of doing well in life, the harsh influence of social media and the constant temptation it pauses to every vulnerable.

In today’s world, we have to realize that nobody is normal. Everyone is susceptible to a bit of depression even without realizing it. Depression is but the beginning of more serious illusions of reality. We have to realize that in today’s world, happiness is but sold and bought as a trade.

So the first thing we need to gauge about any patient is to make sure they know you know and they need to know you don’t care. Realization of the condition when reflected through someone else makes the condition of the patient two fold better there and there. You know why? Because the patient realizes that you don’t care because Tt Is Okay.

Jahnvi stretched her arms in satisfaction and felt her split leaving her in peace that had taken over her while realizing her condition on call with her husband and she massaged her now little but growing belly with love and warmth and a belief that the newborn would be way ahead of his times right from the start.

She got up and walked into the kitchen to prepare steak and mashed potatoes with sautéed green beans for her partner in crime. A real meal for real animals.

Prantik didn’t go to work and just drove and drove outside of the city limits imagining the on start of the delectable pleasures he would receive in this game that Jahn and he would play in the feeling of being normal again. God, he loved his baby!



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