ROAD TO ISTANBUL

Dear diary, I cry out loud at the beautiful gates of Istanbul Standing in the gap of my colleagues Beckoning on their behalf. When Men Sleeps and Slumber They watch and study in darkest room Searching the deep realms of pharmacology & pathology. Istanbul, a land filled with milk and honey I pray may they…

WHY MEDICINE?

               Dear diary, Back in those days, when you ask any child ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ the reply is always doctor, lawyer, engineer, or banker. When I was young, my own reply has always been ‘I want to be a doctor’ Why? At such a tender age, all I…