I was sitting in the psychiatric clinic. Beside me were a girl and her family. The girl was apparently not well. She kept pacing up and down the corridor muttering something illegible. Her parents shouted at her asking her to sit down. When she did not consent, one of the relatives gave her a thrashing. I thought, what a bastard; he doesn’t know to deal well with a mentally sick person. The poor girl started weeping.


Author: Anand Bose

I am a Hellenic Philistine driven by the mad pursuit of aestheticism, an existential nihilist and post modern deconstructionist. I am also a Christian Apologist.

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