I am a doctor by profession, a writer by instinct, and someone who feels the world a little too deeply. In the midst of beeping monitors and clinical routines, I often find myself drawn to the quiet stories behind the suffering-the emotions that medicine can't measure.

While my hands are trained to heal, my heart holds space for what's unspoken. I see more than symptoms; I see struggles, memories, and silences that ache to be understood. And when the day ends, I turn to words-not just to express, but to survive.

Writing is where I lay bare the emotions I tuck away behind masks and gloves. It's where I give shape to the chaos inside, to the thoughts that crowd my sleepless nights.

I never planned to be here-neither in the hospital nor on the page. But somehow, this is where I've found myself. Balancing precision with poetry. Duty with dreams.
I don't just treat patients. I carry their stories.
And somewhere between medicine and meaning, I continue to find myself.