"Medicine is my lawful wife and literature my mistress." - Anton Chekhov
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Loud stars on quiet skies, And cloudy mornings on smiling meadows pray To the One, for you and I. ©arfamasihuddin
The Twenty-fifth Hour
Smiling on the wall, sits the ancient clock, Chiming away - tick, tock, tick, tock - The day attends to your curiosity And the night courts your dreams And between the hours on the clock walk our insensibilities. The Hand of the Seconds laughs at you, And my mind spins a tale that is beyond The imagination of the elves And my heart beckons to the minutes To explain the happening miracle, And as we slide away on the island of existence, Our gaze looks afar, into the infinite, Towards the twenty-fifth hour.©arfamasihuddin
twinkle, twinkle, little star…no longer I wonder where You aredeep inside our hearts so smalllike little secrets of our soulstwinkle, twinkle, O’ bright moon!so many eyes are seeking you this Junehigh above, dancing with gleeyou are wishing us all a happy Eid!©arfamasihuddin
The lamp illuminating the pages of your book as you settle down to feed your soul, is only a lamp. It will illume the words that you are so hungry to gobble, but it will not rekindle the fire of ambition, of productivity, of happiness. Only you can, if you want.This journey towards being the best of yourself is not going to be without bumps. But if you have been shown the path, if you have been given the vehicle, then curb that heavy, incarcerating ego and embrace this seraph like a blessing, and forget to frown at sincere honesty.Accept the Light of God before you become the Light of God. ©arfamasihuddin
Why do you have to run after perfection? What is so wrong with the idea of accepting imperfection in every sense of the world? In our struggle for perfection, why do we forget that as ironic as it may sound, acknowledging, accepting and appreciating imperfections is a less called for, but an important way to attain that much applauded status.There is imperfection in perfection and there is perfection in imperfection.Incomplete perfection or complete imperfection?©arfamasihuddin
"Yesss!" he nodded his head with a firmness that was nothing but joyful. Simple, little joys.His mother looked at him fondly.The student smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.Sometimes, your patients help you more than you help them.©arfamasihuddin
"There's actually no canteen here otherwise I would have bought him some," it was her turn to be embarrassed.The medical student got busy taking histories of the patients lined up in the waiting room of the Family Medicine Clinic. Schizophrenia, vaccinations, diarrhea; amidst the more grave pathologies of the human body, the student simply forget the little boy whose only problem seemed to be an unfulfilled craving for juice. But not for long. As she turned away from her last patient, she saw him again. This time, he was sitting with a pack of crisps and sipping on mango juice."Got your juice?" she smiled at him.©arfamasihuddin
15.12.16"Sister, will you get me some juice?" the boy thrust a hundred rupee note towards the third-year medical student."Juice? But there's no canteen here. Where do I get you a juice from?""Son, come here. I'll buy you a juice later," his mother intervened.She turned towards the amused student."Doctor, he is bugging me for this since morning. I'll buy him some on our way back," she was embarrassed.©arfamasihuddin
Lovely years ago, when goodbyes were in the air I saw the dust of our bond sparkle on the sand of farewell. A few alphabets strung together And so many emotions strangled, I wonder how the mist mixed with the water And irrigated the meadows of our lives Only to leave behind an autumn that of us like.