On an Evening in Roma

The Psychologist

Dr. Angelo's chembar was on the west side of Rome in a quite neighborhood away from the hustle bustle of the city life.

From outside it was a medium size two storied red brick house with gable roof. Between the main door and the road there is a small lawn and the lawn is lined with well maintained rose bushes.

The Doctor uses the ground floor as his office and the floor above as his living quarter. The inside walls of his office was painted gray to clam the mind of his patients...the furnitures all were painted white that includes the receptionist's desk, behind which seat a pretty woman who looked to be in her early twenty's.

Dr.  Angelo was escorting his newest patient out of his office after their session, Laura Bianchi looked mentally drained after their long session...but he still had a feeling that she wasn't being completely honest about her problems.

Dr. Giovanni Angelo was a tall man with a lean build, lean but not thin. He was in his mid thirties, had the classic North Italian looks, blue eyes, pale skin, brown hair, small chin and a long nose. All in all he was a very good looking man and no girl of any age can not resist the desire to look back at him at least once...take his secretary/receptionist for example who was peaking at him from under her lashes.

Taking a few steps into the waiting area Dr. Angelo noticed a young woman sitting on the white sofa in the corner. The first thing his years of experienced eyes catch was her impatience. Instead of sitting in a relaxed position on the sofa she was leaning forward, elbows rested on her knees and her face rested on her hands...and on that face she was continuously tapping with her fingers.

Her eyes were moving here and there but they stopped along with her restlessness when she looked in his direction. But she wasn't looking at him rather her eyes were fixed on his patient. Her sharp eyes followed Laura until she disappeared out of the door without noticing the other girl's gaze.

After Laura went out of the door the girl stood up and walked over to him and shaking his hand she introduced herself in clear accent less English.

"Hello Dr. Angelo. I am Durga Debi. I've an appointment with you."

...a strange name no doubt, he has never met anyone of that name on top of that he was having trouble guessing her ethnicity.

"Please come in Miss. Debi. If you don't mind me asking which country are you from?" He asked while taking his seat behind his desk.

"No it's ok. I'm from India." She answered but she didn't take a seat instead she starts to walk around inside his office.

"Forgive me I've never met an Indian before." He admitted embarrassingly.

He didn't understand if she took it as an insult or not as she just nodded in reply...her eyes were too busy examining every corner of his office. So he started to examine her...

This girl's appearance was intriguing...he has seen white people as he has spend most of his youth in America, there he has also met black people, the Afro Americans...he has even met some red Indians. But an actual Indian he was meeting for the first time.

Her hair was too dark, eyes too big and black, her swarthy,sweet face resembles more of a child's then of an adults...Her cheekbones were high and her cheeks were still slightly plump as they were yet to lost the baby fat.

But her skin color was the most interesting part...it was somewhat a mix between gold and brown...like this color would look better on a goddess's statue then on a human.

Her body veiled from her neck to toe...which should've meant that either she is conservative or shy. But the confident way she holds herself said she was anything but shy...and she can't be conservative either otherwise she wouldn't have dared to come here alone without a chaperone. So it must be that she feels uncomfortable showing her skin.