A Rather Uncomfortable Story

PART I The girl was walking with the boy. The color of her cotton saree was lighter green. Her face was a little worried. Some might not fully understand the situation, some might see her behavior as an awkward one. And, one might not fully understand why the boy seemed so happy. Suddenly the boy said, "I'm thinking of something." "What?" The girl asked. These two are not a couple at all, but they were good friends. The story of two lives revolving around a match without a match. The stories of life without a match are not beautiful at all, they are not sweet to hear. At the tip of the pen, however, is the incarnation of the fabricated story, perhaps better than the beautiful story. The story of an endless voyage of a lonely kite. The boy was saying something. The girl could not hear completely. Before understanding even one single word, she heard a humming voice. "What? Frog head. What frogs? Cola frog. " She looked at the boy in surprise. Her eyes were full of questions. The boy asked, "What?" "You said something?"The girl asked him back. "I was talking! I was talking for a thousand hours. Didn't you hear?" He said. "I heard!" She answered. "What did you hear?" He sounded curious. "What ... something like a frog's head." She almost mumbled in confusion. The boy's eyes exploded in utter surprise."What?" "How many times should I say it? I heard something weird. You were really saying something?" She sounded tired and angry. "Oh my God! Where did you go to hear all this?" The boy said. "Where do I go again? I heard standing here." The girl insisted. "It can't be! Never!" The boy was impassive. The girl had nothing more to say. She didn't even want to ask what the boy was really saying. What is the benefit of verifying the truth! And that was the beginning of a rather uncomfortable story. Part II "Yeah, what were you saying?" The doctor asked his first question. The girl sighed and started with a slightly pale face, "Yes, what was I saying ....." She could not finish the word, before her mouth closed, she looked at the doctor with wide eyes. "You were saying something ... finish talking." The doctor's calm face had a smile that matched his profession, which is mostly seen only on the faces of doctors, in a very one-sided way. "Finish, please," he reminded her. "Why are you talking weird?" The girl said in a stubborn voice. The doctor paused. He said nothing and looked at the girl’s face. "What are you saying? Heaven with the righteous, defeat with the wicked, who is wicked here?" The doctor was dumbstruck. "What are you talking about?" "I heard clearly, you are saying, what a mess! What a mess! What a mess! What a mess! What a mess! What a mess! What a mess! What a mess! What a mess!" The girl’s severe headache intensified, in response to the doctor’s reaction. After a while, when she was exiting, the doctor said anxiously, "You'd better see a psychiatrist. It sounds a little noisy." "Who? My or yours?" The word was almost coming in the girl’s mouth, she managed herself with great difficulty. Is this all she had? Why is she hearing people's heads? Are these their heads at all? No one would even admit if asked, The girl was sure about it. The doctor leaned back in his chair for a while with wide eyes. PART III The young man was waiting outside. He was shocked as if he saw a ghost, "What happened?" The girl’s pale face took time to normalize. "I want to tell you something." She could finally say. "Go on...tell me," There was a generous expression in the young man’s voice, as usual. "I'm probably going crazy. I ... I understand everyone's head ... I think ... but why?" There was a sense of helplessness in the girl’s voice. There was a sudden pause... And then he talked. "Look at me, look please, I say!" There was a firmness in his way of addressing that. The girl looked at him. There was a notion of simplicity in the boy’s eyes. And ... and only maybe the girl wasn't really listening anything strange. She was not sure. Her eyes were brimming with tears. She was feeling like an utter idiot. She almost whispered, "The good Doctor is suggesting to treat my head. Really...should I ?" The boy embraced the girl as soon as her words were over. Her sentences remained unfinished.