A young man once walked into my clinic with a fat bundle of blood reports. Cholesterol: normal. Sugar: borderline. Vitamin D: a little low. “Doctor,...
A doctor’s life is a strange syllabus. We are taught anatomy, physiology, pharmacology, but the subject that matters most—the arithmetic of human emotions—never makes it...
On the morning of his board exams, Arjun doubled over with stomach cramps. His parents blamed the hostel food. His grandmother muttered about “too much...
In India, every patient brings two things to the clinic—an illness and a story. The sickness I can usually diagnose; the story takes longer, because...