The seventh nerve
Hema flew down from Srinagar to see me. She was drop-dead gorgeous: flawless skin, impeccably symmetrical eyebrows, expressive dark brown […]
Hema flew down from Srinagar to see me. She was drop-dead gorgeous: flawless skin, impeccably symmetrical eyebrows, expressive dark brown […]
In surgery, and in life, it all comes down to protecting the centre. Everything revolves around a centre. The earth
“My eyes are playing a cruel joke on me, doc,” Ronnie, a portly gentleman in his early fifties, lamented as
Sometimes the scans look innocent, but a doctor’s gut says otherwise. The dilemma: Do we stand by that intuition or
Sometimes, during a crisis, we need to remember that when we bleed, we all have the same blood Christ, the
Doctors rarely have the time for the emotional aspect of medicine but often, it’s what gives patients succour Zane walked
“Doc, I think my eyes are playing tricks on me,” declared Vikram, a lanky seventeen-year-old who looked like he’d rather
Surgeons love the OR, but occasionally, a sharp clinical diagnosis—especially a rare condition—can bring the same satisfaction Mahesh walked into
Do doctors secretly experience happiness when a fellow surgeon encounters a complication, perhaps as confirmation they’re not alone in their
“I’m seeing double,” Rita said, sitting across from me. Her eyes were doing a passable impression of a Picasso painting.