Last week, a 29-year-old chartered accountant marched into my clinic looking like he’d just escaped a corporate circus—three meetings, two Excel tantrums, and one full-blown...
“Doctor, my hands sweat like they have got their raincloud. Is there a cure?” That’s how my Monday started. The patient, a 21-year-old engineering student, looked...
Everyone remembers Gandhari—the queen who blindfolded herself for life, not because she had to, but because she chose to. A gesture of loyalty, they say....
“Doctor, I’ve stopped eating non-veg!” she announced like a soldier renouncing arms. “Why?” I asked, more out of curiosity than concern. “It’s making me fat!”...