Arjun“Therapy?” The very word left a bitter taste on my tongue. As a man, coming from where I come from, therapy is not a word exchanged so lightly amongst men. I imagined myself sitting across the desk from some woman, talking about my family issues. I didn’t see it happening.“Yes, Arjun, therapy.” Dean reiterated. “I think it will really help you just… connect and heal.”I arched my brow. “Connect and heal?” It sounded so feminist. “You need someone that will help you confront all that trauma. I am afraid I lack the professional ability.” He pulled out his phone and began tapping away.As I watched him, my mind trailed off. I wondered what Preetah must be thinking at this moment. I left her sleeping. My phone chimed.“There, I sent you contacts of three of the best therapists in the city. You can pick the one you like.” He said, placing his phone on my desk. “But I really think you should give it a shot.”“Besides cultural views on therapy, I think I am beyond fixable.”“Three
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