The mesmerizing beauty of the sun beguiled me to look outside and observe the charisma of nature. The light illuminated the dark sky and shunted away all my obnoxious thoughts out of my mind. The intangible light of the sun filled my heart with hope that today God will bring before me an incredible case so that I can prove myself in front of the people who think I am a complete failure. I was so indulged in my thoughts that I didn’t seem to notice that someone was knocking on the door. It was my secretary. For the first time excitement and exhilaration reflected from her face. This time I was sure that God had listened to me earlier than usual.
She gave me a file which stated the case of a 25 years old man who was found in a forest by the police. He had been lost since when he was 10 years old. I was kind of shocked and perplexed that such a unique case had been handed over to me. It was more like a job of a curious detective rather than a therapist. But I couldn’t repudiate it because it was an order by the police. Even if I did I would have created problems only for myself. I asked my secretary to send the person inside. An enraged uncanny and decrepit looking person with a long beard and wearing a black T-shirt and trousers below entered the room and sat down on the chair. I wanted to make him feel comfortable so that he would open up to me.
So I introduced myself to him and expected him to do the same but he kept quiet and I could only hear the tapping sound of his finger And he was constantly staring at the painting behind me.
So I rephrased my question ‘If you don’t like to talk or it is difficult for you to fathom and absorb the details, you may write or paint in order to express your thoughts'
For the first time I heard a courteous voice from inside his heart that he was willing to paint. Days passed and he used to come in to my room and sit by the window and paint. It was difficult for me to concede that living away from civilization for a copious amount of time. He had such impeccable manners. Even though his face was Apathetic but his paintings left me bedazzled his life. Although he had painted his life in black and white but there were colours inside his bashful heart. He was innocent but the bravest person had ever met. I noticed that day by day as he let out his frustration through these paintings his dressing got better and better he started to lighten up. The reality was that his father had died fighting in the war. However his son was incarcerated by some enemy forces for 15 years. His mother had abandoned him and ran off with another guy.
Harry spent his childhood in the under cellar with pain and agony. Every day he used to go to the door and try to open it. But he was too frail and his strength didn’t allow him to. Then he would start crying and end up gnashing his teeth in rage. The only things he found solace in the books provided by the spectator. He had no hope of escaping from cellar. To his surprise one day when he woke up the cellar door was unlocked. And so he ran away until the police caught him. After critical investigations he was sent to me for treatment.
When you spend lashing amount of time with someone and its time to leave then melancholy and sadness takes over you. We both were sad. He was going back to his mother to start his new life and I was going to stay here. With his beautiful memories. A month had been passed and there was a strong emotional connection created between us. This connection grew stronger as the days of his departure came closer. He knew I was completely heartbroken. So he promised me that he would come and visit me for the last time. I was very happy and exhilarated for our next meeting and this time I decided to pour out my heart in front of them. And tell him the affection that I felt towards me. I took every preemptive action for this special occasion of my life. The next day I picked up the phone and was shattered to hear that harry had died from cardiac arrest and had left me before fulfilling my wish.