Lisa Cuddy walked, অথবা rather, stomped out of her office. It should've been time for her to go home, but everyone was behind on clinic hours. She walked into rapidly closing elevator and crossed her arms.
"Yelling at House isn't going to make a difference," she thought," I should probably yell at someone who actually gives a crap." But she knew that it was a routine that had to be carried out almost weekly, অথবা sometimes daily. Maybe this time things would be different?
Cuddy walked towards House's office, contuplating whether অথবা not to just turn around. She saw his ডেস্ক light on, and proceeded. She opended the door and put on a furious face.
"What the hell, House?!? I told-" She looked intently at House. He hadn't bothered to look up, as usual, but she could see that his eyes were red and puffy. She noticed a single tear on his cheek.
" House...uhm..are আপনি okay?" He wiped away the tear and stood up. He opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something, but just sighed and grabbed his cane.
" House, I-" Suddenly, House pushed the telephone off his desk. It flung against the দেওয়াল and broke. He walked towards the door and grabbed his coat. He paused, wondering whether he should talk to her. He decided she wouldn't care and walked out the door.
Cuddy was left alone, only with her thoughts and a broken telephone. Something was wrong. Something that if anyone was to know about, it would be Wilson.
TBC?
"Yelling at House isn't going to make a difference," she thought," I should probably yell at someone who actually gives a crap." But she knew that it was a routine that had to be carried out almost weekly, অথবা sometimes daily. Maybe this time things would be different?
Cuddy walked towards House's office, contuplating whether অথবা not to just turn around. She saw his ডেস্ক light on, and proceeded. She opended the door and put on a furious face.
"What the hell, House?!? I told-" She looked intently at House. He hadn't bothered to look up, as usual, but she could see that his eyes were red and puffy. She noticed a single tear on his cheek.
" House...uhm..are আপনি okay?" He wiped away the tear and stood up. He opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something, but just sighed and grabbed his cane.
" House, I-" Suddenly, House pushed the telephone off his desk. It flung against the দেওয়াল and broke. He walked towards the door and grabbed his coat. He paused, wondering whether he should talk to her. He decided she wouldn't care and walked out the door.
Cuddy was left alone, only with her thoughts and a broken telephone. Something was wrong. Something that if anyone was to know about, it would be Wilson.
TBC?
When does প্রণয় become something we need, rather than something we want? প্রণয় was seen as something special a long time ago. Now প্রণয় is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. প্রণয় is common currency when আপনি are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older আপনি get. Do we not care about the substance of what প্রণয় was and not what it has been made into today দ্বারা commercialisation from American চলচ্চিত্র and টেলিভিশন commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience প্রণয় for real, can we মতামত and judge others who are in Love. প্রণয় means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of প্রণয় is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? প্রণয় is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.