11/06/2026
Between the sterile walls of the OT and the steady beep of the monitors, my days are spent fighting for the tiniest lives. As a pediatric surgeon, people often tell me, “Doctor, you have healing hands.” But truth be told, every time I hold a surgical scalpel, I am acutely aware of how small I am, and how vast the universe is.
Recently, I had the privilege of attending the Ram Katha happening right here in our city. Sitting among the crowd, listening to Pandit ji’s beautiful narration, my mind drifted to a specific chapter of the Ramayana that has always anchored me: The building of the Ram Setu.
When the Vanar Sena was lifting massive boulders, a tiny squirrel was silently doing her part, carrying small grains of sand to help build the bridge. She didn’t have the strength of Hanuman, but she had absolute devotion. Lord Ram didn’t measure the size of the contribution; He recognized the intent and gently stroked the squirrel’s back in gratitude.
As I looked at Pandit ji delivering these words, it hit me deeply.
In the grand scheme of life and healing, I am just that tiny squirrel. The complex surgeries, the anxious parents waiting outside, the fragile lives of these children—I am not the ultimate healer. I am merely a medium carrying my small grains of sand, doing my duty with utmost devotion. The ultimate strength, the true healing, and the final breath of life come from Him.
Stepping out of the Katha, I felt a profound sense of peace. It reminded me that to serve these little children is to serve Ram.
May we all find the strength to do our part, no matter how small, with a pure heart. 🙏 जय श्री राम 🙏🏻
