She came in, brisk and fiery, her maroon bindi slightly off-centre, like a warning light. Her husband, a mild-mannered man with the permanent look of...
“Doctor, I don’t like walking. It’s boring.” That was an honest confession from a 34-year-old corporate techie with prediabetes and chronic constipation. He was in my...
If I had to choose one dish to represent the collective spirit, emotional landscape, and digestive intelligence of South India, I wouldn’t hesitate for a...
The Free Advice Paradox Last Tuesday, Mrs. Sharma—dressed in designer wear—sat across from me, clutching her imported supplements. After reviewing her tests, I suggested: “Try...