Gowthami

One day, Rajeev decided it was time to help the young woman feel more at home and less like a patient in his hospital. Carrying a couple of bags filled with clothes and essentials, he made his way to her room. He found her sitting by the window, staring out at the lush greenery that surrounded the hospital, a wistful look in her eyes.

"Good morning," Rajeev greeted her with a warm smile as he entered the room. She turned to face him, offering a small, hesitant smile in return.

"Good morning, Dr. Rajeev," she replied softly.

Rajeev set the bags down on a chair and took a seat across from her. "I've been thinking," he began, "that it might help if you had a name to go by. Something we can call you until your memory returns."

She looked at him, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of hope. "A name?"

"Yes," Rajeev said with a nod. "Since you don't remember your real name, how about we choose one together? I thought of a name that I think suits you."

Her curiosity piqued, she leaned forward slightly. "What name?"

"Gowthami," Rajeev said, watching her reaction closely. "How does that sound to you?"

A smile slowly spread across her face, lighting up her features. "Gowthami," she repeated, tasting the name on her tongue. "I like it. Thank you, Dr. Rajeev."

Rajeev felt a surge of satisfaction at her response. "I'm glad you like it, Gowthami."

He then called out to Radha, the hospital's devoted servant, who had been with the family for years. Radha entered the room, her kind eyes taking in the scene with a warm smile.

"Radha," Rajeev said, gesturing to the bags, "could you please help Gowthami change into some new clothes? I thought she might feel more comfortable in fresh attire."

"Of course, Dr. Rajeev," Radha replied, taking the bags from the chair. She turned to Gowthami with a motherly smile. "Come with me, dear. Let's get you settled."

Gowthami stood up, feeling a mix of gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Radha," she said softly, following the older woman out of the room.

As they walked down the hallway, Radha chatted amiably, putting Gowthami at ease. In a private room, Radha helped her unpack the bags, which were filled with simple but beautiful clothes, thoughtfully chosen for comfort and ease of movement.

Gowthami's eyes filled with tears as she looked at the new clothes. "This is so kind," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Radha patted her hand gently. "Dr. Rajeev cares a lot about everyone who comes here. He wants you to feel at home. Now, let's get you changed."

As Gowthami changed into the new clothes, she felt a sense of renewal. The soft fabric against her skin was a reminder that she was no longer a nameless, injured stranger but someone who was cared for and seen. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw not just her reflection but a new beginning.

Back in her room, Rajeev waited patiently, hoping that the small gesture would help Gowthami feel more at ease and provide a sense of identity amidst her confusion. When she returned, dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit, her eyes met his with gratitude and a newfound spark of confidence.

"How do you feel, Gowthami?" Rajeev asked, standing up to greet her.

"I feel... like a new person," she said, smiling brightly. "Thank you, Dr. Rajeev. For everything."

Rajeev nodded, his heart warming at the sight of her renewed spirit. "You're welcome, Gowthami. Remember, you're not alone in this. We're here to help you every step of the way."

As Gowthami settled into her new identity, the bond between her and Rajeev grew stronger. Though the path ahead remained uncertain, they both felt a sense of hope and determination. Together, they would uncover the mysteries of her past and build a future where she could thrive, embraced by the warmth and care of her new-found family in Dharmagiri.