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I was scrolling through my phone again—past the hour I’d promised myself—when I heard an old man say:“You’re all becoming digital dust.One crash, and it’s like you never existed.” His words stayed.Because maybe… we already are. When was the last time we held a photo—not swiped it, but held it?Or opened a letter written by Read more

It’s Doctor’s Day again.And while the world claps, I find myself quietly reflecting—what are we really celebrating?I’ve spent 33 years in medicine and surgery. And five more before that, ever since sixth grade when I decided I wanted to wear this coat—not just as a uniform, but as a purpose.It’s been a life of discipline, Read more

I can’t seem to let go of what happened yesterday—the crash of Air India Flight AI 171 just after takeoff from Ahmedabad. More than 241 souls were lost in an instant, and only one person survived. It’s raw, unsettling, and it just won’t stop echoing in my head . There’s no speech here, no foresight Read more

And with one more misstep, Ruchi almost crashed into Parul, and we burst into laughter. One day to go for the performance we weren’t even sure we’d do until the last minute, yet here we were ..Practising ☺️ Practice, of course, was part serious and more fun affair along with gossiping over cups of tea Read more

It’s 2 AM. Sleep escapes me. In just two days, I’ll be walking a trail that leads to the world’s highest Shiva temple. Me—Suvi—almost 52 years old, restless, wondering what possessed me to sign up for this. A last-minute addition to a gang of doctors. Now that the thrill of “my first trek” has worn Read more

Little Suvi, just five years old, walking under a faint moonlight — the road dark, the world unknown.   But she isn’t scared.   She’s holding the finger of her first and forever hero — her **Dad**. She closes her eyes, trusting him completely…   Yet she stumbles.   His grip tightens, saving her from Read more

“Soooo… what’s this one called?” There she was again—Sujata, pointing to yet another leaf-bearing being in her garden with the gleam of a proud mother introducing her kids. And there I was again—squinting at the plant like it was a patient on the OT table with no case sheet. Me: blank stareMy brain: “Spinach? Wait Read more

After ages, I’m on a train again. Vande Bharat, no less—quiet, clean, modern. Smooth chair car seats, big windows. But just before boarding, I was hyperventilating. Will I get the right coach? Will I miss my dabba?So, I did the most logical thing—hired a coolie for my one tiny suitcase. Poor fellow patiently answered my Read more

There’s something about the eyes. They betray what words try to hide. They hold stories—of love, loss, quiet surrender, and battles fought in silence. Some scream for help. Others, long silenced, just stare back—empty, resigned. You don’t need to be an eye surgeon to see it. Life teaches you, if you’re paying attention. But for Read more