The Real Questions I Wished More IVF Patients Would Ask

I often find myself in conversations with patients who are about to embark on their IVF journey. These exchanges are a blend of hope, anxiety, and a slight h...

The Long Game

I saw a young founder the other day, one of those bright-eyed dreamers who comes into my office with the air of someone who thinks they've just cracked the c...

A Week of Practice

I had a particularly enlightening week, one of those rare stretches of days where every little encounter seemed to align with a larger lesson. It all started...

The Story You Only Hear Half Of

I've been thinking a lot about stories lately, not the kind you find in books or movies, but the ones we live every day. In my practice as an IVF specialist a...

A Pocket of Scripts for the Week

As I stood in my kitchen this morning, sipping my first cup of chai, I was struck by how the small, everyday scripts we run through our lives often go unnoti...

Food, Sleep, and the Daily Power Struggles

I've often found that the grand battles of Indian parenting are fought over the simplest of things: a half-eaten roti left on a plate or a child who refuses ...

Choices, Small Failures, and Real Agency

I've been reflecting on a scene that is all too familiar in Indian households. It’s late at night, and the school project is still a blank sheet on the dinin...

Praise That Does Not Trap

I've been reflecting on a conversation I had with a young founder, a bright engineer from Bangalore, who had just wrapped up his first product demo. His team...

Anger, Tantrums, and the Watching Relatives

I've often found myself pondering over the spectacle of a child's tantrum. It's not just the child's raw emotion that captivates me, but the intricate dance ...