Chyawanprash no longer enters Indian homes through winter rituals or grandmotherly insistence. It arrives through nutrition labels, Instagram debates, and alarmed WhatsApp forwards that circle...
Bengaluru winters never storm like Delhi’s. It creeps in like a shy intern: polite, underconfident, but somehow managing to disrupt the whole office. One morning,...
In my clinic, sour faces arrive before sour fruits. They come carrying sleepless nights in designer handbags, hope folded like a prescription slip. One afternoon, a young...
It didn’t happen all at once. The shift arrived like an old song on a forgotten radio—unexpected, oddly comforting, and impossible to ignore. At first, it...
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, are Ayurvedic bhasmas even safe?” a patient once asked me with raised eyebrows, holding her designer handbag like I might secretly hand her a...
Their palms turn into miniature waterfalls during a job interview. During an important presentation, their shirt transformed from crisp cotton to a dark, damp mess. Every...