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The next two days were a strange new kind of torture. I couldn't focus on anything. At home, I just stared at my food, my real mom’s voice a distant buzz. My mind was somewhere else.
My mind was with Dr. Anjali.
I could still smell her mogra perfume. I could still feel her soft, warm... hugs. That hot, aching feeling was still inside me, like a coal burning low and steady.
I was not lonely. I was... waiting.
On the second day, I didn't even wait for my mom to get busy. I just mumbled that I was going for my "check-up" and almost ran to Mall Road. Vinod, the compounder, gave me a bad look as I entered. I didn’t care.
Then I heard her voice, sharp and happy, cutting through the room.
Dr. Anjali: Vinod! Arey, that is my special patient! Let him in. (You) go and get tea! Jao! (Go!)
I saw Vinod make a face before he left. She had sent him away. For me.
I rushed inside. She was standing by the window. She turned, and her smile was so warm it made my knees weak. She was already teasing me, calling me her golu-molu (my chubby one).
But... I am not golu-molu...
She just laughed, a low, soft sound. Not yet! But I will make you. Chalo, lock the door.
My heart did a heavy thump. This was our ritual. I went and slid the kundi (latch), the sound of the metal bolt clicking into place sealing us in.
When I turned, she was sitting on the edge of the patient bed. She patted the space next to her.
Dr. Anjali: Come. And shirt off. Your Anjali-mom needs to see the progress.
I was less shy this time. My hands fumbled, but I was almost eager. I took off my shirt and sat next to her. The air in the room felt electric.
She looked at me, pretending to be very serious. Tch tch tch.
She poked my stomach. No improvement! Bilkul (Absolutely) no change. She called me a dheet ladka (stubborn boy) for not listening to my new mom.
But I am eating!
She just shook her head, as if she knew better. I was still so cold, she said. She put her full hand flat on my chest, and her palm was so warm it made my skin tingle. See?
Dr.Anjali: I only have to fix you. We need to warm you up. That's the only way the nourishment will work.
How...
Dr. Anjali: Ssshhh. Doctor's orders.
She put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me... but not into a hug this time. She pulled me onto her lap, sideways. Just like a small, small child.
I was frozen. My head was on her shoulder, and my whole side was pressed against her soft, warm body. I was so embarrassed... but I didn't move an inch. I melted into her.
Her voice was a soft whisper right in my ear, her breath tickling my skin. Bas. Just sit still. My heat will fix you.
She started rubbing my back, slowly, in big, warm circles. Her hand was so sure, and her body was so soft. She called me her little gudda (doll), her naughty beta who needed "special feeding."
I could feel her dhak-dhak-dhak... her heartbeat... right under my cheek. I just closed my eyes. That hot, achy feeling was starting again, but this time it was stronger, spreading from her hand on my back, all through my body.
Knock, knock!
"Doctor sahiba, tea!" It was Vinod.
I felt Dr. Anjali’s whole body go stiff. She rolled her eyes, annoyed. Paka diya! (He's so annoying!) she whispered.
She quickly, almost roughly, pushed me off her lap. I stumbled and almost fell.
Dr. Anjali: (Loudly) Haan Vinod, rakh do! (Yes Vinod, just leave it outside!)
She stood up, fixing her saree. She looked at me. I was just sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, my hair all messy from her shoulder. She started laughing.
Dr. Anjali: Look at you. Like a little (beggar) who just got a feast.
She winked.
Dr. Anjali: Okay, "dose" complete for today. Put your shirt on.
I scrambled to put my shirt on, my fingers clumsy.
Dr. Anjali: Day after tomorrow. Same time. And haan... I want to see some fat on you. I need something to pinch!
She playfully tried to pinch my waist, but I jumped back, my face on fire.
Dr. Anjali: Bhaag jao! (Run away!)
I grabbed the door handle, fumbled with the kundi, and ran out. I didn't look at Vinod. I just ran out onto Mall Road. I could still feel the warm circles her hand was rubbing on my back.
The next two days were a strange new kind of torture. I couldn't focus on anything. At home, I just stared at my food, my real mom’s voice a distant buzz. My mind was somewhere else.
My mind was with Dr. Anjali.
I could still smell her mogra perfume. I could still feel her soft, warm... hugs. That hot, aching feeling was still inside me, like a coal burning low and steady.
I was not lonely. I was... waiting.
On the second day, I didn't even wait for my mom to get busy. I just mumbled that I was going for my "check-up" and almost ran to Mall Road. Vinod, the compounder, gave me a bad look as I entered. I didn’t care.
Then I heard her voice, sharp and happy, cutting through the room.
Dr. Anjali: Vinod! Arey, that is my special patient! Let him in. (You) go and get tea! Jao! (Go!)
I saw Vinod make a face before he left. She had sent him away. For me.
I rushed inside. She was standing by the window. She turned, and her smile was so warm it made my knees weak. She was already teasing me, calling me her golu-molu (my chubby one).
But... I am not golu-molu...
She just laughed, a low, soft sound. Not yet! But I will make you. Chalo, lock the door.
My heart did a heavy thump. This was our ritual. I went and slid the kundi (latch), the sound of the metal bolt clicking into place sealing us in.
When I turned, she was sitting on the edge of the patient bed. She patted the space next to her.
Dr. Anjali: Come. And shirt off. Your Anjali-mom needs to see the progress.
I was less shy this time. My hands fumbled, but I was almost eager. I took off my shirt and sat next to her. The air in the room felt electric.
She looked at me, pretending to be very serious. Tch tch tch.
She poked my stomach. No improvement! Bilkul (Absolutely) no change. She called me a dheet ladka (stubborn boy) for not listening to my new mom.
But I am eating!
She just shook her head, as if she knew better. I was still so cold, she said. She put her full hand flat on my chest, and her palm was so warm it made my skin tingle. See?
Dr.Anjali: I only have to fix you. We need to warm you up. That's the only way the nourishment will work.
How...
Dr. Anjali: Ssshhh. Doctor's orders.
She put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me... but not into a hug this time. She pulled me onto her lap, sideways. Just like a small, small child.
I was frozen. My head was on her shoulder, and my whole side was pressed against her soft, warm body. I was so embarrassed... but I didn't move an inch. I melted into her.
Her voice was a soft whisper right in my ear, her breath tickling my skin. Bas. Just sit still. My heat will fix you.
She started rubbing my back, slowly, in big, warm circles. Her hand was so sure, and her body was so soft. She called me her little gudda (doll), her naughty beta who needed "special feeding."
I could feel her dhak-dhak-dhak... her heartbeat... right under my cheek. I just closed my eyes. That hot, achy feeling was starting again, but this time it was stronger, spreading from her hand on my back, all through my body.
Knock, knock!
"Doctor sahiba, tea!" It was Vinod.
I felt Dr. Anjali’s whole body go stiff. She rolled her eyes, annoyed. Paka diya! (He's so annoying!) she whispered.
She quickly, almost roughly, pushed me off her lap. I stumbled and almost fell.
Dr. Anjali: (Loudly) Haan Vinod, rakh do! (Yes Vinod, just leave it outside!)
She stood up, fixing her saree. She looked at me. I was just sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, my hair all messy from her shoulder. She started laughing.
Dr. Anjali: Look at you. Like a little (beggar) who just got a feast.
She winked.
Dr. Anjali: Okay, "dose" complete for today. Put your shirt on.
I scrambled to put my shirt on, my fingers clumsy.
Dr. Anjali: Day after tomorrow. Same time. And haan... I want to see some fat on you. I need something to pinch!
She playfully tried to pinch my waist, but I jumped back, my face on fire.
Dr. Anjali: Bhaag jao! (Run away!)
I grabbed the door handle, fumbled with the kundi, and ran out. I didn't look at Vinod. I just ran out onto Mall Road. I could still feel the warm circles her hand was rubbing on my back.
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