The therapist

The alarm rang; I think of my therapist. But, no;I don't have the appointment now.

I made coffee for him and thought of sipping of my coffee too.But he can't bare; I think of my therapist. But, no;I don't have the appointment now.

I woke up these kids and get them ready to school, almost brutally; I think of my therapist. But, no;I don't have the appointment now.

I served him breakfast and I forgot that I should have too: I think of my therapist. But, no;I don't have the appointment now.

I rushed to my office to hear the very "usual" howlings of my boss.Plus, the very "usual" bitches gossiping behind the ears; I think of my therapist. But, no;I don't have the appointment now.

I went back home and got the dinner right for the house; I think of my therapist. But, no;I don't have the appointment now.

The house is asleep;I think of my therapist.But,no; I don't have the appointment even now.

The sofa awaited me like the queen's throne. I think of my therapist. But,no; I had to wait still more; The hardest "more".

The pendulum hit "12". My time for therapy. I lie back at ease. My legs criss-crossed like the queen hearing her subjects. I switched on the radio, to get my therapy.

Ilayaraja is my therapist for today. Maybe Shankar Mahadevan or Arjit singh tomorrow. Who knows!

The alarm rang; I think of my therapist. But, no;I don't have the appointment now.

-Srinidhi Hariharan.