The fall of the MD thesis

Another DNB thesis lands in my inbox—joining its MD cousins. My task is to evaluate it. A formality, really. The postgraduate has written it, the professor has supervised it—or so the paperwork claims. I enter the username, type the password, and open the file—without hope. An immaculate PDF appears. Crisp formatting. Polished grammar. Elegant English. … Read the essay

When Her Turn Finally Came

She was just 33. At first glance, she looked heavy. And she was—79 kilos. That’s not what we usually see. Most women who come to us are thin, often undernourished, their bodies shaped by years of poverty and hard work. But her weight was hiding something. A lump in her breast had grown quietly for … Read the essay

When Cancer Talks Back

Radhika was never one for outbursts. But that day, as she lay in the hospital bed, her voice shattered the silence like a storm. Her eyes burned with fury. “How dare you talk to me?” she shouted, her chest rising and falling with anger. “Get out! Don’t come near me! Don’t touch me!” Her words … Read the essay

Bharit, Bhakris and the Fire Within

“Stop this vomiting,” she said firmly, her voice steady enough to make even the nurse stop fidgeting with the clipboard. “Ease the pain a little. Once I gather some strength, I’ll take you to my village. You’ll sit on the mud floor, eating from banana leaves. Hot jowar bhakris, fresh off the chullah, with just … Read the essay