Swasthya-- Rooted to the Self

  In my daily work as a physician, I sit with people in their most vulnerable moments—when they’re anxious, hurting, or struggling to find hope. Medicine requires sharp attention, but also presence, patience, and compassion. Over the years, I have discovered that the practices I turn to outside the clinic—music, dance, and other art forms—are not separate from my work. They are the very tools that ground and guide me. Dance as Meditation: A Lesson from the Natyashastra One of my favorite verses from the Natyashastra captures this beautifully: “Yato hasta tatho drishti, Yato drishti tatho manah, Yato manah tatho bhava, Yato bhava tatho rasa.” Where the hands go, the eyes follow; where the eyes go, the mind follows; where the mind goes, expression arises; and where expression arises, emotion blossoms. When I practice dance, I see this unfold within myself. The movement of the body trains the eyes, the eyes anchor the mind, and soon my entire being is aligned in presence. I...

In an age where every conversation about gender begins with *"equality,"* we seem to have forgotten a fundamental truth—**women and men are not equal, because they are not meant to be the same.** And that’s not a statement of oppression. It is a statement of power. Let us stop reducing the divine feminine to checklists of rights and salaries. A woman is not “equal” to a man. She is **so much more.** ** Only a Woman’s Body Can Bring Life Into the World** This is not a poetic metaphor. It is a biological, spiritual, and cosmic reality. No matter how advanced science becomes, **no artificial womb can replicate the profound, creative intelligence of a woman’s body**—an ecosystem so refined it can form, nourish, and bring forth life from a single cell. Her body is not just sacred; it is a portal between the seen and the unseen. To compare this divine ability with notions of sameness is not just incorrect—it is disrespectful. ** She Nurtures the Child, Shapes the Soul, Builds the C...