“And I’m happy to have met a therapist to redeem my opinion of therapists. I may actually be able to go back and complete my evaluation now,” said Nayan candidly. “Feel free to tote my story about all the major psychiatric conferences and tell all his significant colleagues.”
Though Katie clearly saw otherwise, Nayan liked to believe that there was something and s(S)omeone out there holding things together, watching everything as it went to pieces, watching every tiny tragedy to which there was no other witness but the empty air. He sobered for a split second only because for a split second he turned to look at Katie and – “Doctor Mahilan there are men outside.” – had to very quickly look away. He studied the waves very closely.
He believed that God was not so much an intervener or a savior sometimes but just that: a witness. A watcher. The only one capable of mourning the whole world and every unseen crime that went unpunished in this life. For every tragedy a witness. And if that was so… then that was divine enough a thing to believe in. That alone.
"So," he said, blinking hard at the sea, smiled again. "Where to begin on a ship this big? There's so much luxury, I have no idea where to turn."