Another year quietly settling into memories,…another arriving with hope and faith in its eyes. Are we celebrating what’s ending,….or the courage it takes to begin again? This year held many versions of me— from the stillness of a MahaKumbh eye camp to my first trek, to my first solo journey. A year of saying no… Read more

A piece of my heart now lives continents apart. As I sit at SFO International Airport, saying bye to my babies—Gauraa, Matthew… and my two four-legged shadows, Joey and Rocco—I can already feel that familiar ache settling in. The mind has begun its return journey to India: long OPDs, surgery lists, patients waiting (and reminding… Read more

I know we’re what the world calls the light of her eyes.Every child is — especially to their mother.But honestly, in our case, it was her light that did most of the heavy lifting…and sometimes the light came with power cuts, cold mornings, and perfectly timed life lessons. Her guidance often arrived in very… creative… Read more

Some people enter your life quietly,yet leave behind fragrances that linger for years.And then there is Vimmi ji —a once-in-a-lifetime soul who walks in like gentle sunshine,wraps you in a warm hug,and suddenly the sharp edges of the day soften.Problems remain, yes,but somehow they stop feeling quite so heavywhen she is around. I’ve always felt… Read more

Every winter, when fashion changes faster than the Bareilly breeze, last year’s “brand new” jacket somehow looks tired, and I find myself doing that familiar North Indian ritual — pulling out winter clothes, packing away summer ones, and promising the universe (and myself) that I will not buy anything more this season. Of course, that… Read more

The year is drifting toward its end…. and today I could feel that familiar softness in the air —a hint of winter, a quietness that settles without asking. A little late, but finally here…And with that chill came the thought I always have:… When did this whole year even happen????A blur of unexpected YESss…and long-overdue… Read more

Some things never change — like those beautifully painted trucks that have rolled alongside me since childhood. They’re not just vehicles; they’re moving murals — homes on wheels carrying laughter, longing, and life across the country. Each truck is a personality.They flirt with the wind, wear parandas on their mirrors, and smile in neon. Every… Read more

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