It was Her--Arnav

As Baljeet slowly aged, his body was giving up on him as his joints were hinting his old age since they were gradually breaking down frequently. In his high school days, he was a well known national track star. Several colleges reached out to him with offers but he ended up ignoring them since he really wanted to stay close in order to take care of his sick mother. With an honest opinion from a third person’s perspective, Baljeet didn’t quite hold a flavor in dressing up as his fashion sense reminded people of the seventies and he could not get himself to follow along with the hype of fashion. His light grey hair was covering his head faster than clouds filling up the sky on a rainy day. Baljeet never left behind his closest companion, his brown-colored cane, since it was the closest thing to his heart following his beautiful wife, Rachel, being the first.

Baljeet had a repetitive daily morning routine as he would spend time talking to his plants in his garden, and later reading his favorite sports magazine along with sipping on his imported tea. Baljeet couldn’t go a day without taking his vitamins since they helped him stay away from the painful headaches. He experienced complete body pains but he couldn’t find a way to get rid of them regardless of trying several Indian herbs and any natural supplement he found on this planet. Baljeet loved the attention so he never failed to complain about the fact that he couldn’t walk fast and further added that he hated to rely on his cane, regardless of knowing that he couldn’t change anything.

His wife always motivated him to push through hardships by mentioning that being independent makes a person strong. She was the one who Baljeet could always count on as she stuck along with him whenever Baljeet needed her. After the passing away of her beautiful soul,

Baljeet was never the same as he seemed to lost himself. He kept all the memories, experiences, and things that Rachel ever gave him very close to his heart, and her life-changing words were never​ f​ orgotten​ b​ y him. Rachel always promoted her life motto which was to live a life with a sole purpose, which was evidently noticeable when she encouraged Baljeet to try new things and urged him to find his true self through his actions.

After a while of her passing away, Baljeet would have dreams where Rachel showed up as a completely different person as he witnessed a change in her personality as she acted all weird in the dreams. He noticed that she would come in his dreams but would tell him to do things that Baljeet would not normally do in real life. It was different and strange. Nothing like he ever imagined or would want to recall. The dreams left him scared as he was not able to rest during the nights. Moreover, his headaches got worse and the body pains started to feel more numb and intense.
“What is the point in sleeping now? It just scares me more. My old head can’t take people calling me old as that already sucks enough and now another struggle is on its way. Why do I have to go through this now?”, said Baljeet as he talks to himself.
After struggling for weeks, Baljeet decided to take a trip to a therapist for some help. He had a lot of trouble sleeping every night since Rachel’s dreams bothered him and he started to hear voices in his head. He forced himself to get up, eat his favorite cereal, and put on his nicely ironed fit as he headed out to visit his therapist.
“Welcome, Mr. Baljeet. Your appearance makes me believe that time doesn’t move because you never seem to age and look as young as last time”, said the therapist.
“Man I don’t what to tell you, they call me Young Shiva for a reason. I got nothing better to do all day than try to not break down too much”, said Baljeet.

“You never fail to make me laugh. Let me guess, It’s the same issues as last time that brought you back here, or have they gotten worse”, said the therapist.
“I can’t fall asleep at all now and it seems to get worse day by day as weird dreams and voices start to pop through my head”, said Baljeet.

“Tell me more about them!” said the therapist.
The therapist was ready with his notebook to write down some main points to figure out Baljeet’s problem. He was listening studiously. It was obvious to the therapist that Baljeet was not quite opening up to explain in detail what he was experiencing every night. He felt as if someone or something was holding Baljeet back from explaining his issue.
“I don’t know ... I can’t find words to tell you,” Baljeet said. “Let me put it this way, so imagine someone who you are nothing without and is a part of you, like the person that makes you complete tell you ... ”

Baljeet stops talking in the middle of the sentence and shuts down as the only thing heard in the room was the sound of silence.