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16 th  February 2020, 6:45 a.m. my father shuffled off his mortal coil. They thought I was strong, while my heart crumbled watching him in the state that he was in. I knew what was happening to my father.Was I strong? I can’t say for sure but if at all I was, I hoped my strength helped everyone around me. Being hopeful about his recovery, we weren’t able to confront him with the truth of his sickness as anyone who knew my father would he was pretty good at reading people’s eyes and their emotions through them.                                                                         -------------- 2 nd  March 2019, almost a year earlier when we returned from his successful ear treatment at the  Goa Medical College  in Bambolim, we  celebrated his birthday.  He was extremely happy to have all his loved ones present on his special day. We were happy without an inkling of the hard times to follow.  It started with a cough, which was quite usual as he had been a smoker for

My 1st dive, with Dive Goa, Sinquerim . I reached the Sinq club, where the training in the pool  was to be held. As soon as I registered, I changed into the swim suit, Even when It was with the sleeves and knee length, I thought it would be uncomfortable because it was tight for a "not in shape" body like that of mine. I did feel conscious for sometime, but over a period I have realized, it's just ok, and the ones who talk/comment about it not looking appropriate, did not make it up to here. I got in the pool and  the instructors gave me the cylinder, the BCD suit (buoyancy control device), the googles, I was all in a state of surprise, whether am I really doing all this? I did well, My instructor commented I was quick in picking up what she was teaching me, yes my instructor was a "she", Roopi such a badass diver she was. Next we got in the boat , at the Sinquerim creek, that took around an hour to sail to the Dive site the  Grande Island. I

May the imperfections perfectly fit in the frames of perceptions we hold. The Fifth Mountain again brings in at lot mesmerising moments, this book is an experience to be dewelled in.

                You Walk Through Do you walk though those dark paths.. Do you hear the whispers that warn.. You'll stand still for a while, then you take the next stride.. You know, this miseary will drain you.. The dead trees ,  will haunt you.. The nights you wake up and scream, Holding your breath , so no one hears your cries out of the darkest dreams. Do you walk though those dark paths.. Do you hear the whispers that warn.. These paths are familiar... To your faults and your failures.. The mountains echo in the distance.. The deepest truths of your existence.. you don't hear them in the blazing glitters. but you hear them in these paths. They shock you , you are frozen to stone you'll break down, but you'll stand up to walk on your own..

Educated - The Memoir By Tara Westover. " A heartbreaking, heartwarming, best-in-years memoir. " - USA TODAY The book  Educated , is about Tara Westover the author herself who lived in Idaho a state in the north west of USA, she never attended school until she was 17. Till then, she and her siblings taught themselves. Her parents didn't believe in the government systems, they never went to the hospitals, the children were born at home with the help of midwives and treated with herbal medicines when injured. There were no birth certificates issued nor there were much documents of the family's existence. Tara was the youngest of her 7 siblings, one of her brothers Tyler, urged her to clear the entrance exam to get her enrolled in the school,

That Good Night: Life and Medicine in the Eleventh Hour BY SUNITA PURI                                                            That Good Night  , by Sunita Puri eloquently took me through her journey of being a sensitive child, to walking in her mother's profession yet choosing a specialisation not in terms of approval with her parents. A deeply felt experience of connecting with her patients, not only practising medicine but practising the strength and courage to break out about their medical condition confronting them and their families in the trivial situation. The experiences with patients takes her down the memory lanes where she now understands her past in a different ways. dealing with lives nearing death gives a perspective of living life more gracefully. We all are heading towards death but most of us just don't know when is that.  the dignity of an individual is invaluable, which when compromised, one is  emotionally shattered. I realise the rea