Rajeev is reading various books on memory loss that his grandfather authored while seated in his office.
I am not an expert on this topic, despite the fact that I had previously read about amnesia, mostly out of curiosity. Take into account the following.The four categories of forgetting, according to these psychological theories, are cue dependency, retrieval failure, decay, and interferenceSemantic memory is less likely to be affected by retrograde amnesia (the form where you forget memories from before a certain period) than episodic memory. To put it another way, you’re more likely to forget individual incidents than you are to forget fundamental details and how they relate to one another. Seldom is motor learning impacted by this. You still know why it’s a good thing to tie your shoes, but you can’t remember who taught you how to do it or whenEverything depends on how the amnesia started and which areas of the brain were impacted. Even if they can hear what is being said to them and are able to make noises, some stroke sufferers lose their capacity to talk or even their ability to use wordThere are certain regions of the human brain that are in charge of particular functions. Although Broca’s region of the brain controls speech production and Wernikie’s area controls speech comprehension, memories are stored in the hippocampus of the brainA person will have amnesia if their hippocampus is damaged as a result of oxygen deprivation (hypoxia), a brain infection (encephalitis), etc. The inability to remember new knowledge after learning it is known as amnesia (memories included). The individual will remember everything that happened up to the moment when their brain (particularly the hippocampal region) was destroyed, but they will quickly forget any new knowledge that occurs after that point. They will be able to play chess as well as they did when they were younger since they learnt the game, but they won’t be able to recall the opponent’s identity.Moreover, since those brain regions are intact and functioning and because they acquired those skills during infancy, they will be able to converse and interpret words, actions, and language properly. Anomia, a kind of aphasia, is characterized by difficulties remembering words, names, and number…After completing the book that his grandpa authored, Rajeev took a big breath. He began to reflect. “Gowthami may have had training in the past, but due to memory loss she was unable to recall these details, and at times she accidentally displayed her talents. She also had trouble remembering her identity and the names of others who were connected to her history".As a patient unexpectedly entered the clinic for treatment, Rajeev put his concerns to the side and continued work-inAs time passed, Gowthami began to have feelings for Rajeev. She sensed his childlike spirit and how he behaved.One day, Rajeev was working when Gowthami started ogling him.Gowthami was smitten with Rajeev. And she started thinking about his attractiveness.The fair sex believed his Teutonic-black hair made him appear like a masculine model. Yet although it was mostly orderly and fluid, it sometimes became a mishandled chaos. He had thin, pointed eyebrows that resembled a crescent moon. He possessed powerful jawbones that quickly fell into angular cheekbones, and he skillfully carried his commanding nose forward. He had a body that was particularly Samson-like for a model. His large, ocean-blue eyes were often glowing with youthful vitality and eagerness. He had Irish eyes that seemed happy and kind. They looked like two diamonds floating in milk. His vibrant personality and courteous approach were adored by many. He had a gruff chuckle, but otherwise his voice was great.“Rajeev, how can I ever stop loving you when you have such a kind heart? Rajeev, please join my life permanently. The past doesn’t matter, and it doesn’t matter that you’re a part of my existence”, Gowthami began to repeat in her head.Rajeev looked in her direction as he saw Gowthami glancing at him.“Gowthami, what are your eyes on? ”Rajeev put out a query.Gowthami overhears Rajeev’s statements and then catches himself looking at her thereafter. She was extremely frightened.When she saw the medication, she immediately saw what he was blending. A thought immediately follows anotherShe enquired, “Can you show me how to treat people?”“Come on, I’ll coach you, but in return” , Rajeev added, “I want your skill”.Gowthami enquired as to how she might help.“Hey, can you teach me how to combat snakes?” pleaded Rajeev.Gowthami claims” I don’t even remember what I did that day, but I’ll still make an effort to instruct you”.While Gowthami inspected the clinic, she saw a room full of all types of books.“Hey Rajeev, it seems that you are a book enthusiast since you have amassed a large number of books,” stated Gowthami.Rajeev stated after taking a glance at his room, “Ha, there are two areas in this room. The first is related to my historical studies on medicine, and the second is about historical fiction. When I have time, I used to go through my father’s books, but because they are primarily written in other languages, I simply put them to the side.”“Could I read them, Rajeev?”“If you want to, you can, but I’m sure you can’t grasp the languages ““Let me have a try.”She walked to the book shelf, perused every book, picked one, and started reading it with no trouble since she was acquainted with the language.Rajeev was astonished to find Gowthami reading the book, but upon realizing that she was doing so because she was fluent in the language, he was even more so.“Could you read them? “ .“I certainly can “Rajeev was astonished when Gowthami flipped up another book. He started to wonder whether she might comprehend languages from long ago.“ Even though my father worked hard to master these languages, he struggles with reading. Gowthami can read it, nevertheless, without difficulty. What was her origin? Perhaps she had a history of deceit. “As they ascended the steps, Ambika’s gaze lingered on Gowthami, her worry evident in the way she furrowed her brow. She gently called out, “Gowthami, come with me, dear. You need to rest.” Her tone was full of maternal concern, a softness that only grew deeper as she watched her daughter-in-law’s tired face. Rajeev, already attuned to his wife’s needs, had his arm wrapped around Gowthami, offering her support as they made their way up the stairs. “I’ll help her, Amma,” he said, his voice filled with quiet determination. He had been watching Gowthami closely, noticing how she had grown weaker throughout the evening. He wasn’t going to let her push herself any further. Gnapika, still holding her mother’s hand, glanced back at Gowthami too, her earlier anger fading as concern took over. Though she had her own frustrations with the family, seeing her sister-in-law unwell softened her heart. She stepped aside to let Rajeev guide Gowthami closer t
As everyone settled into the hall, the air grew thick with tension. Gurdeep, who had been silently observing, finally turned his gaze toward Rudra, his voice steady but sharp. “Where have you been all these years, Rudra?” he asked, his tone carrying the weight of years of unanswered questions. “Did you ever stop to think about Rajeev? You had another child, but how could you leave your son behind? What kind of parents do that?” His words hung heavily in the room, and then Gurdeep’s focus shifted to Ambika. His eyes were filled with disbelief and hurt. “And you, Ambika,” he said, his voice tinged with accusation. “How could you leave Rajeev? What kind of mother abandons her own child? How could you have turned your back on him like that?” The room was silent, the weight of Gurdeep's words pressing on everyone. Before Ambika or Rudra could speak, Gnapika, who had been sitting quietly until then, suddenly stood up, her face flushed with anger.
Before Rudra could respond, Abhi stepped in again, sensing the tension in the air. "It’s a long story, Dad," he said gently but firmly. "Once we get inside, I promise we’ll explain everything. But right now, Gowthami needs some rest." The concern in Gurdeep’s eyes immediately shifted to Gowthami, who was still leaning heavily on Rajeev. The worry lines on his face deepened as he took in her pale complexion. His fatherly instincts kicked in, overriding all other emotions. "You’re right," he said, his voice softening. "She needs to rest." He turned to Uma, his expression one of urgency and care. "Take her inside, Uma," he instructed, his voice firm yet gentle. "Make sure she’s comfortable." Uma nodded, still teary-eyed but focused on the task at hand. She moved quickly to Gowthami’s side, taking her other arm to support her. "Come, dear," Uma said softly, guiding her toward the
Nand was still lost in his thoughts, distracted by Venya's unexpected reaction and the complex emotions swirling around him. He didn’t even notice Gurdeep and Uma standing nearby, their faces frozen in a mixture of shock and overwhelming joy. They had been rendered speechless by the sight of Rudra, a man they had thought dead for 15 long years. Their hearts raced with a thousand questions, desperate to know how he had survived, where he had been, and why he had stayed away for so long. Just as they were about to speak, another car pulled up to the mansion, drawing everyone's attention. Rajeev swiftly stepped out and rushed to open the door, helping Gowthami and Ambika out. The moment Uma and Gurdeep saw Ambika, their eyes widened in disbelief. It was as if time had stood still, freezing this moment in their memories forever. Tears welled up in their eyes and began to spill over as they struggled to comprehend what they were seeing. The woman they had mourned, be
As Gnapika stepped out of the car and caught sight of Venya, she leaned closer to Nand, her voice barely a whisper. "Is she the girl you mentioned? Is she Venya, your girlfriend?" Nand smiled softly, nodding. "Yes, that's Venya," he whispered back, his tone filled with affection. Gnapika smiled warmly, her eyes scanning Venya with genuine admiration. "She's beautiful," she remarked, her words carrying a sincere appreciation. But as Venya observed them from a distance, her happiness quickly morphed into suspicion and then to a simmering anger. The sight of Nand leaning in close to this unknown, beautiful girl, whispering and laughing together, gnawed at her. The way they seemed so familiar with each other felt like a betrayal, even though she didn’t know the context. Her heart ached, and her mind was flooded with irrational fears—fears that she might lose Nand to this mysterious girl who seemed so comfortable in his presence.
As the clock struck 7 PM, the Rajeev mansion sparkled in the glow of countless lights, its lavish decorations turning it into a palace of festivity. The air was filled with anticipation as three luxury cars pulled up to the grand entrance, each one gleaming under the soft evening lights. Abhi and Ram, standing near the gate, exchanged a satisfied glance. They knew their hard work had paid off, and the sight of the beautifully adorned mansion filled them with pride. Sashi, standing beside Abhi, smiled warmly at her husband. “You really did a great job, Abhi. Ambika and Gnapika will be thrilled when they see this.” Abhi, pleased with her praise, nodded. “Let’s hope they like the surprise. It’s all for them.” In the second car, Ambika cradled Gowthami in her arms, her eyes growing misty as she took in the sight of the home she had missed for so long. The mansion looked more beautiful than ever, and she felt a deep sense of