It’s been almost nine months since I’ve written anything. In that time I: moved in with Nithya, finished wards and medical intensive care (MICU), trained and ran a marathon, matched into a hematology/oncology fellowship, proposed to Nithya in Morocco, and went on a trip to Japan. Phew. That was a…

I’ll never forget that blood curdling scream of the nurse as she sprinted full steam out of the Mercy Hospital Emergency Room on November 19, 2018. A second and then third healthcare personnel rifled through the double doors of the triage/intake area, where patients are first seen when they arrive…

“Hope is delicate suffering.” — Amiri Baraka This quote is taken completely out of context, but I think it can stand alone. These four words are amorphous. The words themselves are so beautiful. Each person will have their own unique train of thought after reading it. I wanted to briefly…

I knew moving would be hard. I left behind a world of weekend gym sessions with Amar and Nishu, getting a late-night burrito after post call or a night out, fall foliage, cousin dinners that never ended before 1am, timing the Brown and Pink ‘L’ lines, and even the merciless…

“Stop comparing yourself to your brother.” — Tushar and Sveta Shah (my parents) Part I Growing up, the idea of academic success was instilled into my mindset each and every day. My immigrant parents did not come to a new country for us, my younger brother, Amar, and I, to…

These are uncertain times. My twenties are supposed to be about seeing the world, to experience new senses, and to become comfortable with the uncomfortable. I am supposed to finally see, really SEE, the man in the mirror who stares back at me each day. In the decade in which…

I want to start off by saying that I fully support everyone who is trying to learn about systemic racism and become more engaged. I have become more optimistic and have faith that our generation has the potential to break the cyclical nature of the inaction and create a true…