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

“Ijaa, I am 51 years old… 51! Don’t worry about me.” But she still does. She still asks where I’m going, with whom, and when I’ll be back. When I tease her, she sulks. “I’m not worried… just asking. Do I not have that much right?” And then, just as quickly, “Okay, won’t ask… you’re… Read more

Have you ever felt it? That quiet fading? The slow slipping away?   One day, you’re *everything*—the name people mention, the presence that turns heads. Your words carry weight. Doors open before you even knock. You don’t chase opportunities; they chase you. And somewhere deep inside, you start to believe—*maybe this will last forever.*  … Read more

For the longest time, I believed love meant giving until I had nothing left. I poured myself into others, carried burdens that weren’t mine, and absorbed pain that never belonged to me. I thought love required self-sacrifice—that to prove I cared, I had to shrink, to bend, to mold myself around someone else’s needs. But… Read more

“You look tired.” She watches me innocently ,curiosity flickering in those wide, unburdened eyes. She is radiant, untouched by time, her heart brimming with hope. “No,”I smile, shaking my head. “Not tired. Just… older. Wiser.” “Have you done it?”“she asks eagerly. “The things we dreamed of? Have you fought for them?” I exhale, my fingers… Read more