LOGINVince, an apt young doctor lives with his young sister, and grandmother, who is constantly urging him to find himself a woman in his life. He has a small circle of friends, including Zack and Tanya (medical doctors), and Harry, an affluent gentleman. His character is greatly moulded by his associations. His life takes a down turn as he experiences a life changing event. He is sued for a case of patient mismanagement which results in the loss of his practicing license, and he is also fined heftily. He sells his lovey house and relocates to the city outskirts where he and his small family has to begin life all over, and with little to start with. He was steeped into the practice of medicine, but now he learns a new trade, running between shelves and tables at a flower and veggie shop, and a restaurant. He accepts his new station in life and, over time, grows to appreciate it.
View MoreDays rolled on with the tides of normalcy. Nothing bearing a hue of disaffection. Zack and Tanya were back too. Our little boardroom as we called it was filled to capacity once again. Though now a couple, they still owed me undivided attention, a pledge I made them take prior to their marriage. Yet, as one may have it, I had made them take oath at a time when their mental statuses were compromised. A love spurt, I had come to learn is a deviation from norma
The revving of the engine stopped. There was a serene silence. I had made an early morning arrival at the hospital. There were dotted a few other vehicles in the parking lot, a telling of a night spent on the ward for many a physician or nurse. Normally my arrival would not precede that of Zack. He was a cautious time-keeper. He would often wittily say, ‘a respect for life runs parallel to a respect for time’. Medical practice
“So, tell me, how did the walk go?” Gran intruded as I headed to my inn. “It was okay, we managed to reach the store. And I managed to get you the resins at a promotional price, g
“Ding dong. Ding dong!” the bell rung, a more pleasant one in stark contrast to the cock. “Zila, the doorbell is ringing, can you check who's there? Your old lady may take an hour to get to the door,” Gran called out.“I got it, I got it. I’m already there. Don’t worry Zila,” I shouted while I rushed to the door.





