Austin Travis County Mental Health: Anupindi Renu MD

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Austin’s downtown, a delivery driver pulled up to Dr. Anupindi Renu’s office. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something peculiar: the neon sign above the entrance blinked not just once or twice, but in an odd pattern—first red, then blue, then green—and it seemed to change every few seconds. Curious, the delivery driver approached the door and heard soft laughter coming from inside. He peeked through the window and saw Dr. Renu dancing enthusiastically to some unknown beat on her phone. ‘What kind of mental health practice is this?’ he thought with a smile. The next day, his package was delivered with a personal note: “Thanks for keeping me company!”

2. In the dimly lit hallway of Dr. Anupindi Renu's office, a delivery driver adjusted his package and noticed an unusual shadow flickering in one of the closed rooms. Curious, he peered through the crack and saw only a silhouette of someone deeply absorbed in their phone. The shadow shifted, revealing not a patient but a neighbor texting while waiting for their appointment. With a laugh, the delivery driver left, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Next time I’ll deliver to Area 51—at least there they’d believe me.’

3. In the late afternoon sunshine, a delivery driver adjusted his glasses and peered at the address on the envelope. ‘Anupindi Renu MD,’ he muttered. ‘What kind of name is that for a shrink?’ He knocked on the door, expecting a stern receptionist or a therapist with a serious expression. Instead, an old lady in a floral dress answered, smiling warmly. 'Delivery for Dr. Anupindi,' he said hesitantly. She laughed gently, 'Oh honey, that's just my name too!' The delivery guy blinked several times before realizing he'd been duped by an elderly neighbor who thought she was signing up for some new wellness program.

4. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver adjusted his headlights as he approached the imposing gates of Dr. Anupindi Renu’s mental health clinic. ‘Is it normal,’ he wondered aloud, ‘for a place like this to be so… brightly lit?’ As he pulled up, an eerie silence enveloped the area. Suddenly, a faint voice called out from behind one of the illuminated windows: 'Next patient? I've been waiting for ages!' Startled, the driver glanced around but saw only shadows. Shrugging, he muttered, 'Guess some people never sleep,' and drove off into the early morning mist.