LETHAL & HEALER

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JAIPUR
25th October, 2024

The raindrops had grown louder now - each drop hitting the earth like a warning. Storm clouds swirled above, dancing violently across the horizon, while the winds cut through the air in restless gusts. The weather had reached its most fragile, volatile state - much like her mind.

Being a neurosurgeon was already demanding.
Being a psychologist on top of that?
Exhausting.

A woman darted through the hospital gates, her footsteps echoing in urgency. Drenched in a mustard-yellow kurti that clung to her like a second skin, she fought the wild wind as her hair whipped across her face. Brushing the strands away with one hand, she moved just past the hospital doors, pausing under the open sky.

She looked up - just as lightning ripped across the heavens, casting a strange, ethereal glow across her face.
Her eyes narrowed. Her lips curled into a soft, annoyed pout.

"Seriously, Baba?" she muttered under her breath. "You had to send the rain now? If I don't reach home in time, Maasi will go full detective mode. And Ruhani... she's already unwell."

The mischief in her tone couldn't fully hide the weariness behind her eyes.
There was sadness there. Subtle. Tucked behind her playful complaints.

"Please, Baba," she whispered to lord shiv , looking at the sky again - this time with quiet hope. "Thoda toh kripa kijiye... make it stop."

And as if the sky itself couldn't deny her plea, the rain didn't vanish completely - but softened.
The downpour turned into a drizzle.
The storm calmed, just a little.
Only the winds stayed wild, brushing against her like an unseen presence.

She smiled. A small, victorious kind of smile.
Then walked toward the parking lot - toward her car.

Just as she reached out to open the door, the wind struck again - this time carrying a torn article, which smacked lightly against her face. Startled, she peeled it off, brows furrowing as she glanced down to read what fate had just thrown her way...

" And once again... someone flipped the coin. Someone... or perhaps the Creator Himself."
She read those words , a faint smile curling on her lips. With a soft sigh, she let the article slip from her fingers and took her seat in the car.

She turned the key in the ignition - once, twice - but the engine only coughed in protest.
Typical.
After a few failed attempts, the car finally gave in and roared to life.

"Ugh, Baba," she huffed with a playful pout, " Jab problem hoti hai na tab aur problems aati jaati hai ",

The roads stretched endlessly ahead, soaked in shadows and silver rain. The storm had thickened - nightfall bleeding into darkness as the windshield wipers fought to keep pace with the downpour. Her usual route home was long, and now... half of it was submerged beneath floodwater.