"The leaves need raking", she said.
"I can't bear raking leaves", I said, and went quickly into
the house. I must bury myself in work, I must think about
books, articles and exams, I mustn't meditate, I don't want
to think of him; and raking leaves brings up the memories.
Next morning she found me raking leaves. She approached me
and said: "I thought that you can't bear raking leaves, and
that raking leaves reminds you of him." I paused and looked
at her with teary eyes; it looked as if she had read the
words written in my eyes.
"I'm trying to get the demons out," I said in a dry voice
and then burst into tears. She wanted to stop me, to talk to
me, but before she had the chance, I stormed into the house
and slammed the door behind me.