A Real Encounter with Fictitious Names
I was sitting at a Psychiatry consultant's place, waiting for him to get free. Azaan was audible in the air. A middle aged patient came out with his mother. The woman wanted to say her prayers, and decided to do so while sitting on a chair, so the two of them sat beside me in the lawn. "Hello" I turned and saw him smiling at me. "Hi" I smiled back. "Let's introduce each other using fictitious names." He said, beaming and excited. "Umm, okay." I said, a little taken by surprise. "I am Toori." "I am Jamal." "Jamal." He mulled over my fictitious name. "So what did Dr. H say about you?" "*laughter* I have no idea. I wasn't even listening. My mother would know." "Do you think there is anything wrong with you?" "Well, Jamal, I think there is a little something wrong with everybody." I was all too glad to hear him say that, and nodded in agreeme