*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."

  • Time has a strange way of writing its stories — not on paper, but on faces, hearts, and memories. You watch it happen, quietly. Your father slowing down a little more each day. Your mother repeating the same stories — the ones you’ve heard countless times, but now you listen differently, because you know. Today, Read more

  • Some weekends are meant to recharge… this one rewired me completely! What began as a plan to attend the WOS Conference — to learn, present my paper, and judge a session — somehow spiralled into something much more glamorous (and slightly terrifying) — the WOS Elegance Pageant! 😄 It was an impromptu dare to myself Read more

  • And it’s morning… I am tired — that deep, delicious kind of tired that only follows a week of light, laughter, and endless running around. But I have to get up. My dogs are already awake, tails thumping against the floor. My birds wait in the balcony, chirping impatiently for their feed. And the little Read more

  • There are very few people in life who don’t need explanations — they just understand you, instinctively, completely.She’s that person for me. She knows my silences, my moods, my chaos — and somehow always finds a way to bring me back to calm. With her, I never need to explain. She just knows. We’ve made Read more

  • There’s something about Khan Market that keeps calling me back — quietly, insistently — like a familiar book that refuses to stay closed.Not for the shopping or the shimmer, but for its rhythm — that slow, old Delhi heartbeat that hums between conversations and coffee cups. Tucked near Sujan Singh Marg, this market has its Read more

  • Sitting under these old trees at the Ambassador (Heritage Hotel, New Delhi),I can’t help but feel that they’ve seen everything — the changing skies, the restless footsteps, the city’s noise blending with its memories. There’s something about this place… The air smells of time. I hear the distant traffic, the soft chirping of birds, the Read more

  • “Whispers of Too Much”

    In Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland, the Mad Hatter looks at Alice — no longer the fearless child but a grown woman, uncertain and careful — and says: “You used to be much more… muchier. You’ve lost your muchness.” That line was never in Lewis Carroll’s book, but it feels like it always belonged. Because Read more

  • “Dracula in My Pocket”

    This morning, after two days of hiatus—aka internet shutdown—the net came back. I opened my eyes, stretched like a yogi… and there it was. The glowing monster, the one that drains life faster than any vampire—my phone screen, full of notifications. And like a true damsel in distress, I whispered, “Oh God, he’s back… INTERNET Read more

  • This Sunday morning, while spring-cleaning for Diwali, I was in ruthless mode — yeh nahin chahiye, throw it away. Bag after bag filled with clutter, until my form-help pulled out a couple of old diaries. “Madam, dekh lo,” he said. Curious, I opened one. On the pages before her birthdate 14/02 there it was , Read more

  • It’s been 25 years without you, Hemant.Today I met one of your course mates, and in that moment it felt like time folded. My mind tried to imagine the years you never got — the face you might have worn now. So I did something both brave and foolish: I created an image of you, Read more