“Language…” I smiled and replied. “Cause I got the FEELS… and you know when I get the FEELS… I have to hug…”

I paused to deliver my punch line. “For 5 Minutes!!?!!”

“WHAT??!??!???” John yelled. He tried to break free and run off to safety.

I held him firmly but not strongly as to break his spine.

John continued to struggle for a while.

I still held him and whispered in his nearest ear. “Just let it gooooo... You know the rules.”

John stopped trying and muttered “Damn...”

“Language…” I admonished.

We hugged for exactly 5 minutes. Then I let go. Kinda hurt to see when John broke free and run around his desk to put some safe distance between us… probably worried about me hugging again.

Don’t judge me!!! I like hugging and cuddling… Everyone…

Sometimes, when I go to teach some impudent children who refuse to amend their ways, I feel sad to see them going down the wrong road and sometimes cry my heart out in front of my team.

John always gives me a wide breadth at times like that. But some members of my team have not been lucky.

Having to deal with my loud wails… tears… and hella lot of snot… many times all of that, at the same time.

My therapist says Crying is not only a response to sorrow and frustration but it's also a healthy one. It is a natural way to reduce stress that, if left unchecked, can have negative physical effects on the body, including increased risk of cardiovascular disease and other stress-related disorders, which I won’t have… but I still don’t argue with my therapist.

You never do, they are there to help you understand yourself…

Understand yourself…

Understand yourself…

The words echoed in my head for a while.

I looked at John, keying away on his laptop… no doubt finishing more work to make me a lazy bum…

John must have felt my gaze on him because he turned to me and narrowed his eyes.

A Therapist…

A Therapist…

Of Course, why didn't I think of this before?

A THERAPIST…

An image came to my mind of a male who was consoling a child of about 14 years with soft, melodious voice. Which spoke of experience, patience & courage in his voice. He must have felt a set of eyes on him because he looked around for a while. He returned his attention on the boy when he couldn’t find anybody looking at him.

He was cute with dark hair, falling on his almond, dark brown eyes. A small chubby faced with average height. He sat with his back straight and shoulders squared. Even with his weak frame, he held himself with a confidence of a seasoned warrior.

The vision of him felt like a lightning bolt hit my Brain cells.

He was PERFECT!!??!!!!

I grinned with all my gleaming, white teeth (I take good care of my teeth by brushing 2 times a day!!!)

My smile must have looked creepy enough since John looked horrified. He had spent nearly two centuries with me. So he knew me enough to know my ‘I AM PLOTTING SOMETHING… BUT DEFINITELY NOT THE END OF THE WORLD’ Look.

Nothing BAD has come out my plotting…

Nobody has been killed… Yet…

Nobody has been hurt… Yet…

No, wait… There was this one guy… or five… or maybe more… this one time… or maybe more times…

Still, No need to look so horrified!!

I turned back to my work to keep my head down. Few moments later, John let out a sound of… something… maybe sigh of relief… and turned back to his work.

I grinned again…