Basil Reji

Writer & Artist

Beyond engineering, I explore ideas through writing and art. From poetry and essays to short stories, this space is a collection of creative work that reflects curiosity, introspection, and a love for storytelling.

Essay

Apr 9, 2026

 In an age where software is often described as intangible, it is easy to forget that building software is, at its core, a form of craftsmanship. We don’t hold our creations in our hands like a c…

Poetry

Apr 9, 2026

At midnight, the world goes silent— not asleep, just… paused. Like a process waiting on I/O, breathing between instructions. The screen becomes a universe, black as the sky outside, punctuated by cons…

Fiction

Apr 9, 2026

Arjun had always believed that code was honest. People lied. Deadlines shifted. Managers sugarcoated. But code—code either worked or it didn’t. There was a strange comfort in that binary truth. That b…

Fantasy

Nov 27, 2025

 നിഴലുകളുടെ നഗരംറോണി തോമസിന്റെ അന്വേഷണംഅദ്ധ്യായം 1: മഴയുടെ നഗരംസെന്റ് സെബാസ്റ്റ്യൻസ് നഗർ എപ്പോഴും മഴയത്തായിരുന്നു. ആകാശത്ത് നിന്ന് ഇറങ്ങിവരുന്നത് വെള്ളമല്ല, നഗരത്തിന്റെ പാപങ്ങളാണെന്ന് റോണി തോമസ് …

Nov 27, 2025

 ഭാഗം 1: സന്തോഷത്തിൻ്റെ ദുരന്തംകോട്ടയം ടൗൺ കണ്ടിട്ടുള്ളതിൽവെച്ച് ഏറ്റവും ദുരൂഹമായ മരണങ്ങളായിരുന്നു രണ്ടാഴ്ചയ്ക്കിടെ നടന്ന മൂന്നെണ്ണം. നാൽപ്പത് വയസ്സുകാരനായ ഇൻസ്പെക്ടർ രാജൻ, തൻ്റെ ഡയറിയിലേക്ക് മൂന…

Jun 21, 2025

 The fire does not leave his skin. Even after the ash is wiped clean, the sigils remain — faintly glowing, whispering when no one else speaks. Aren tries to forget what he saw during the Rite. Bu…

Jun 21, 2025

The border is marked not by a wall, but by a change in the air. Frost gives way to heat. The snow no longer falls — it hisses as it vanishes. The trees are blackened skeletons, roots charred into fist…

Jun 20, 2025

 They send him east. Not to fight. Not yet. “You must see what was lost,” the Seer says, “before you can destroy it.” And so Aren walks, escorted by four silent guards down a narrow road made of …

Jun 20, 2025

  The Silver Veil is quiet. Too quiet for a kingdom at war. Snow falls like dust across a city of glass spires. Bells do not ring. No birdsong. No footsteps. Only the faint hum of stillness — as …

Jun 18, 2025

 There is a war. You don’t remember why it started. But you wake to its echo every time you close your eyes. The sky is stitched with cracks. The ground flickers — charred wood, marble, blood. Ar…

novel

Jun 18, 2025

The cathedral was burning again. It always did, in the end. Ash fell like snow on the fractured altar. The stained glass saints bled fire. And where the great crucifix once stood, there was only silen…