*DOPAMINE * Scribbles by Dr Suvi

“Delve into the emotional moments that shape our lives, as seen through the eyes of an eye surgeon. This blog offers poignant reflections on the beauty, challenges, and depth of the human experience."

  • Yesterday, while we were honouring our senior doctors, I found myself drifting into a thought that wouldn’t leave me. Twenty… twenty-five years from now… that will be us. And somehow, that one thought humbled me. We live as though we’re permanent. As though money, power, position, or status make us different. But do they? In… Read more

  • Lately, I’ve been wondering… How many versions of us actually exist?Am I the same person with everyone I meet?Or does each person know a different version of me? And if that’s true… does anyone really know the real me? Sometimes I think we’re all a little bit of an enigma. Not because we’re hiding.But because… Read more

  • As I begin the journey back, I find myself gathering things… Not luggage…. Just memories…. I came not just to my hometown , but to the little girl I once was. As I climbed the temple steps and walked the familiar roads, I could almost see her again—ten years old, in her white Bata canvas… Read more

  • This evening, I stood watching a cluster of evening primrose buds. And then, almost as if someone had whispered a secret to them, they began to bloom. One after another… Petal after petal… Flower after flower… Within minutes, an entire patch had awakened. No applause. No audience. No announcement. Just nature performing one of its… Read more

  • .”Birthday Sunset”

    This evening, I am watching the sun slip quietly behind the hills of my native place.And as the sun melts into gold, I feel only one thing— Gratitude….. For every hand that held me during difficult seasons…For every person who celebrated my joys as if they were their own…For every lesson, every scar, every detour,… Read more

  • “Borrowing Shade..”

    I often wonder…how many years this old tree has stood here—silently watching. How many hurried footsteps have passed beneath its branches. How many love stories unfolded nearby. How many grief-stricken tears fell unnoticed into the earth below. How many little birds have woven fragile nests within its patient arms…returning season after season, trusting it to… Read more

  • On birds, storms, and the quiet rebellion of paying attention. And there it was— a cloudy sky, restless winds, and a tiny bird trying to save her nest. A few days ago, I had watched her gather fragments of leaves, one patient flight at a time. No audience. No applause. Just the quiet determination of… Read more

  • PS ..Thank you AI for letting me meet all my little furry babies in one frame 😇❤️🥹 And yes ..Some dogs live with us.Some live across oceans.Some live only in our memories.And somehow, all of them still live in our hearts. Tashi was with me for just a week.A tiny soul who fought bravely but… Read more

  • The other day while scrolling reels, I came across a man sitting very thoughtfully and saying: “Bas yaar… kaash somehow Strait of Hormuz pahunch jaaun… jahaan saari ships atki hui hain… ek chai ya fast-food stall khol loon… aur millionaire ban jaun!” 🤣 And I was pleasantly surprised 😊 Because honestly… who else but an… Read more

  • It was just another routine OPD day until a little boy walked in and quietly changed its rhythm. All of five years old,he was tightly holding on to his father’s long leg— as if letting go wasn’t an option. His father stood tall—easily six feet two and this tiny child, barely reaching his knee,had wrapped… Read more