The World Is A Stage

It was lovely weather. The torrential downpour late in the night paved way for a tranquil morning with a gentle breeze, overcast sky, and a wayward raindrop falling every now and then. The atmosphere was a sea of tranquillity. The patient sat on the floor at the foot of his bed. Legs folded, eyes closed,…

Trouble With The Parts

I saw a man scampering like a dog with his tail between his legs. Having walked similarly a few minutes ago myself, I knew the reason for his unusual gait. But his robes piqued my interest; a patient was allowed to roam outside after sunset. “Hey, how come you’re here?” I inquired. “Ahhhh, sweet God,…

We’re All Equal   Meeting a patient confined by a straitjacket was strangely appealing. It was the first time my erstwhile idea of a patient in a mental institute came alive. Despite the synchrony between my mental picture and the patient in front of me, I trod cautiously. Unpredictability was the only certainty within these…

It’s Only Love

“Hi, there,” I greeted with the best smile I could manage. “What do you want?” The words were intermixed with a sigh. The night outside the cell was intrusive, silent. “I’m just going around visiting patients for a project, to know about the…their…um.” “Madness,” he said turning towards me. The springy bed didn’t make any…