The first time I held a Syracuse salt potato—its skin crystallized with a delicate mineral crust—I was reminded of the mineral formations I once observed in the Himalayan salt caves during my medical...
As I stepped off the small aircraft onto Lamu's airstrip, the absence of motor vehicles announced itself not through silence, but through different rhythms—wooden dhows cutting through turquoise water...
As I wandered through Houston's sprawling farmers' market at Urban Harvest, the familiar symphony of market sounds transported me back to my childhood in Bangalore. The vibrant tapestry of languages—S...
The medina walls of North Africa have long stood as silent witnesses to centuries of trade, cultural exchange, and human connection. As someone who has spent a lifetime observing the intricate working...
The rhythmic pulsing of a heartbeat under stress—something I monitored countless times in operating theaters—bears remarkable similarity to what I felt standing at the edge of Trinidad's Avocat Waterf...
Standing at the edge of the world feels remarkably grounding. As a surgeon, I've spent decades examining the intricate inner workings of the human heart, but Ushuaia—Argentina's southernmost city and...