The Preci.ous.se Stone

My Tenure

During this time, my life was also taking a turn of events. I had to take voluntary retirement from my service in the army and go under psychiatric treatment, due to the impact of the horrors experienced in the war, that I had just fought. In that war, I lost my best friend, who sacrificed her life for me. I was given a handsome pension of 50 thousand rupees per month.

I was a doctor in the army and the war took me to the battlefield. After winning the war, I was asked to take voluntary retirement from the army and also a small bungalow in the mountains of Shoja, where I continued my practice as a doctor, to keep my mind away from the memories of the war.

It is a peaceful place, where you have everything you need and like Mr. Kareja's ideology, I was very much self-sustained in my life. I usually started a day with normal exercise and meditation, farming, cooking, cleaning, normal duty in the office, evening reading, and journal writing.

My psychiatrist, Miss Suhani Sahani, was a very kind and beautiful lady. But in this situation, her charm was not a very helpful criterion in my treatment, as I was neither distracted nor concerned. I was usually entangled in the webs of events that I used to experience and see in my dreams about the war, due to which I had to retire.

Miss Sahani always tried to help me out of my webs that were holding me back by saying, " Mr. Paul, you have to accept the fact that you cannot change the past, and there was no way you could have affected those events in any other way. "

After a year, during my stay in Shoja, I came to know that I was being shifted to a new house, but this time I would be sharing the same house with other roommates.