So it turns out that my physiotherapist, was actually a lot more than my physiotherapist. She had this penetrating kind of gaze that seemed to pierce through the placid expressions on my face. “You can tell me anything,” she said, and it was weird because a lot of things she told me, related so exactly to whatever I was going through, though I hadn’t even said a word.
I’m generally a reserved person. I don’t like sharing my life with people. But then once in a while, when you’re in a ditch, the universe sends you someone to pull you back onto the road. The physiotherapist, she reminded of my healer in Bangalore. I met him in 2010 at a point when I was suicidal and addicted to narcotics. He would cognise me in less a glance; and simply by the power of his presence, I would feel I had let go of years of garbage.
Because these kinds of people are sent to you from your soul. And this is the kind of connection that transcends everything either emotional or physical. It’s the highest requirement we have as human beings, to realise our true selves and without this connection to our spirit we feel lost and frantic. So I was surprised when I met the physiotherapist; although not as penetrative as my healer, I’ve come to feel that she is serving a similar purpose in my life - to point me towards my actual self.