The umbilical cord had not yet been cut so the resident nurse and the women helpers with solar lights in hand jumped into the gaadi. The baby was crying audibly, a sound that for now was music to our ears. Read More…

I entered the typical low height, mud, adivasi house. Few women and men, young & old and some children were sitting around patient in central room. Children had nothing to do with the situation but all other were looking tense. To me, all were looking equally tense which made it difficult for me to find his family members among them…… Read More…

They say, comfort zone is a beautiful place but nothing ever grows there. Meaning, when you are repetitively doing a particular activity or a particular job in a certain way for the long time then you get used to it. The newness of that activity gradually decreases and naturally it becomes a comfort zone for you…… Read More…