Poems ,Stories and lot more .. By Maneesha Purandare

So I did something wildly different … I booked a coach trip. Yes. Voluntarily!!! Why a coach, you ask? Because there’s something oddly poetic about sitting by a giant window, doing absolutely nothing, while the world scrolls past like a slow Netflix documentary. No driving stress, no Google Maps drama… just you, your thoughts, and comfortable seats. Now, unlike London coaches packed with energy and chaos, this one had a very… distinguished vibe. Let’s just say silver was the dominant hair colour. Not judging, just observing. I felt like the youngest intern on a wisdom retreat. Destination Sussex. Weather glorious. Mood joyful.. We reached just in time for a late breakfast and then wandered into a castle that looked like it had been rehearsing for a period drama. But honestly, the gardens stole the show. Tulips posing like divas, rhododendrons having a colour party, azaleas showing off, and forget me nots quietly gracefully displaying their beauty!  I of cou...

Today’s Chelsea floral display walk from Sloane Square was basically a marathon disguised as a flower show . From the giant zodiac installation woven with wicker, leaves and flowers…to Medusa staring dramatically into our souls…to moon landscapes, dragons and colour-themed window displays that looked straight out of a fantasy film…every corner was bursting with creativity. Absolute feast for the eyes…and mild punishment for the legs .Thankfully, there were abundant benches along the route where tired souls like us could recharge. The streets were overflowing with Instagrammers. Some had actual professional photographers following them around while they struck Pose No. 201 in front of the displays.  At one point, one glamorous model occupied an entire floral backdrop for so long that my wonderfully naughty mum simply walked straight into the frame and stood there smiling innocently. Even when politely asked to move, she pretended not to understand a single word  Nee...

When Pushkar and Mugdha decided to visit the UK, the idea of a Scotland road trip was born. Tavchya,  took charge of planning the itinerary, booking the Airbnbs and creating a theme for the trip. This wasn't going to be about ticking off tourist attractions. It was going to be about hunting down some of Scotland's rarest and most unique whisky distilleries across Speyside, Forres, Fort William, Loch Ness and beyond. I must confess, I was slightly nervous at first. A week with a bunch of strong-headed friends? Some openly opinionated, others quietly convinced they were always right! This was the  gang of friends from our MBBS undergraduate days. But the excitement of reconnecting won. Years ago, we had explored Scotland with one mission: walking, climbing and conquering Ben Nevis. This time the only things we planned to conquer were distilleries. A much kinder itinerary for our hearts, lungs, knees and ageing joints... although perhaps not quite as kind to our stoma...

Travelling for me is not about ticking boxes. Not about doing ten activities in one day or chasing thrills like a reality show contestant. For me, travel is about people. The strangers who become stories. The conversations that quietly sit in your heart long after the photos are forgotten. I have already written pages about Tromsø. The lights. The snow. The frozen eyelashes. But when I look back, the real glow also came from the people we met. Like Håkon. I was sitting alone at a table in Sann Café, guarding my mushroom soup and freshly baked bread like a squirrel with winter supplies. The rest of the family had gone to order. From the corner of my eye, I had noticed the man at the next table earlier. He was enjoying a glass of Chardonnay with something called a Norwegian Sann burger. Which, let us be honest, is just a beef burger wearing a Scandinavian accent. He introduced himself. Håkon. From Tromsø originally, now living near Oslo. A teacher. In town for the annual film festival. H...

A few weeks ago, I was running a routine telephone clinic. As I glanced through the notes before the next call, I knew this would not be an easy conversation. She was a follow up patient, someone we had seen only a week earlier. That day, I had to do what doctors dread saying the words clearly and honestly. Her bowel cancer was advanced, widespread, and carried a poor prognosis. Continuing aggressive treatment for her head and neck cancer would only cause more suffering, without benefit. She already sensed this, but hearing it confirmed felt final, heavy, irreversible. When I asked how she was, she answered with unexpected calm. “I have accepted my illness,” she said. “And I know I am going to die soon. What is hardest is the waiting.” She spoke of the uncertainty, not knowing how, or when. The endless waiting that made her restless, unable to plan, unable to settle. She had always dreamed of going to Orlando. But travel insurance was impossible. Her husband, kind and determined, had e...

This January, we decided to do a hatke trip. Not the usual “chalo sunshine dhoondhte hain” holiday. No beaches. No warmth. No vitamin D. Instead, we decided to voluntarily freeze ourselves in the Arctic , all in the name of watching the Aurora Lights. Naturally, there was scepticism. Mainly from me. I’m not a very fussy traveller, but I do like my comfort, my leisure, and the occasional luxury ,especially when I’m supposed to be relaxing. Cold, darkness, and discomfort didn’t sound like a holiday… they sounded like punishment. But once the decision was made, Kiran promptly announced: “Let’s go to Tromsø, Norway.” And just like that, the remaining three family members took over. In no time, a neat, concise, action-packed (or should I say packed with action) 5-day Tromsø itinerary appeared and we got packing. As our flight approached Tromsø, we started seeing faint green streaks in the sky. Suddenly, the whole flight turned into a school bus ,everyone standing, craning necks, pointing ex...

So it was one of those crisp, golden autumn mornings when the world looks like it’s been filtered through honey. We’d just wrapped up a sweaty but super-fun dance practice with Sujatha — full of dramatic moves, chaotic steps, and some serious “Bollywood-meets-gym” vibes. That’s when Apeksha and Jaydeep dropped their brilliant plan: “Let’s do a photoshoot!” Now, I’m not one to say no to free glamour, so of course, I volunteered as tribute — I mean, as the subject.  Enter: The Saree Stylist Extraordinaire All I had to do was stand still, while Jaydeep,who I’m convinced was a costume designer in a past life .. worked his magic. He took a plain old me and wrapped me in nine yards of Narayanpeth silk magic, complete with a stole made of khanache kapad that screamed heritage and elegance. Jaydeep’s attention to detail is something else. He doesn’t just drape a saree; he sculpts it. And the tips he casually shared while doing so — tips I had clearly lived decades without knowing — were...

This autumn, I got an opportunity to attend an ENT conference in Bucharest. I jumped at it, not literally of course, though I almost did! I thought, why not marry business with pleasure, earn a few CPD points and visit a place I normally wouldn’t even think of going to. And oh boy, am I glad I did! From the airport to my hotel, Bucharest felt like a city that was once in its royal glory but had gone through a few rough patches during the communist years. Not too posh, not too poor, just somewhere in between, trying to hold itself together. Honestly, I’ve seen worse lanes in London! Like any other city, traffic jams seem to be a favourite local pastime. Luckily my hotel was just a short walk away from the conference venue, the majestic Palace of Parliament, right next to Europe’s biggest Orthodox cathedral. These two massive buildings stand tall and proud like the city’s crown jewels. The security check there was as tight as an airport. Passport, bag scans, the whole drill. I almost fel...

  There comes a time in life when everything starts to fall apart — skin elasticity, muscle tone, memory, dignity... and occasionally, eyesight. I was at a party when, out of nowhere, the world vanished. Literally. I couldn’t see a thing for a second. And then, when I could see again — it wasn’t normal vision — it was like someone had sprinkled fairy dust on everything. Sparkles, stars, sequins. Every chair looked shiny,! "Embellishments at no cost!", I muttered. Naturally, this episode earned me a full medical investigation buffet: blood tests, ECG, CT scan — the lot. I even managed to pen two poems in A&Ewhilst waiting  there patiently!Eventually, I.was given a clean chit . Sigh. ,And just like that, I was discharged. No ambulance. No handsome paramedic monitoring my pulse. But that wasn’t the end. I was told to get an MRI done — just to be sure my brain wasn’t hosting a surprise inside it!! The day arrived. I entered the scan room minus all that is metallic... earrings...