Thoughts on Medicine,
Life, and Words

Growing up in Jhapa, I saw what lack of access to care can do to a family. This is the story of why I chose medicine.

With trembling hands, after hours of rush, a heartbeat was heard. A poem reflecting on exhaustion and triumph after saving a young soul.

Lub-dub, lub-dub, the cardiac valves closing. A poem on facing the primary trial of the first incision.

The color of happiness is white, or so I choose to believe. A poem on the weight, passion, and calling to heal.

A deep dive into the anatomy and poetry hidden inside the most vital organ in the human body.

Two disciplines that seem apart but are rooted in the same need, to understand the human condition.