Grandma Dances Sometimes Dark red hibiscus flowers hung upside down from their stalks and swiveled quietly in the slow afternoon breeze. The bright yellow oleanders in the garden bobbed their heads in unison, agreeing to whatever secrets those crimson flowers had whispered into the wind. Swamy could hear his wife snoring. They were
Cancer, Starvation and Happiness. A wiry old man sat mute in front of me and looked on as I read his case sheet. His wife sat next to him in a blue nylon saree and was almost as thin as her husband. “He has throat cancer and can’t eat, that’s why he
medical A Forever Kind of Kindness The sun glowed softly behind big clouds, and the wind was slow, but kind. With the ceiling fan swinging and creaking at low speed, it was pleasant in our hospital ward. The sky wore a happy blue and fluffed up its clouds. All in all, it was a terrible day
medical At a loss for words Around midnight, while half of our workforce leaned back on cushioned hospital chairs and caught quick naps, a challenging patient walked in. Like how meat gets shared in a wolf pack, there is a pecking order on who gets more sleep in a night duty team. The more senior you
medical Featured His Last Pongal on his feet. He accepted death casually, like how one accepts leaves falling in autumn.
medical A tiny baby hair fountain and a hug. I stretched my legs under the OPD table in the JIPMER RHC (Rural Health Centre). My friend and I were on duty that night. Two interns are posted for RHC night duties to deal with emergencies, problems that can’t wait for the break of dawn. Diseases that are stabilized
