I am an Orthopaedist who likes to pen thoughts, images, situations and characters that crop up in my imagination without an invitation. Writing is an inconsistent hobby. If you come across any of mine, please leave a comment or let me know what you feel.

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Specks of White

ByAbhijith C Anil

The thing about small towns and places is the repetitiveness of their daily life. Growing up, I remember  these short periods of power outage  by the government which used to be at a different time every week. It was the time my  family would pluck their eyes off the television and gather in the courtyard  to…

Child standing inside a forest

Bundle of Joy

ByAbhijith C Anil

The sun swept in casting shadows of the window pane as the train paced forth, leaving the lush green outside to a blur. The train promising an on-time journey, if not early. My heart fluttered with anticipation and warmth just like the warm sunny day outside. There wasn’t much rush too in the train. If…

Death

The Ultimatum

ByAbhijith C Anil

The stench of burnt flesh, the pathetic cries of the wounded in agony, the faint noise of helpless footsteps, may be the perfect portray of chaos. Images, distorted, senseless, ominous more like a nightmare kept on shifting in front of me to unformed realities. “Augh…” I gasped for air. I could feel nothing else but…

transient waves

Transient Waves

ByAbhijith C Anil

“Mr. Brad …. Mr. Brad….” , a figure was growing more prominent in front of me, startling me back to reality from a day dream which seemed so beautiful to have such a tragic end. “If you are not interested, you may very well leave the class”, spat Miss Lisa towering over me like a…

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Tortured Beings

ByAbhijith C Anil

The Chirping sparrows, dew struck tender leaves, slowly creeping warmth of sunshine; giving a silent promise of a bright day ahead.  But Danny, the 12 year old, was still under his bed covers drawing them closer to cover his face in a pretence that dawn was still far from reality. The cosy warmth of morning…

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Lost

ByAbhijith C Anil

The word depicts much more than the typical oxford descriptions neither does it portray those “lost and found” incidences that the media fusses around. In real life nothing is found just substituted. What is lost is lost for ever!