Daddy’s Girl
There were only three lines written in the e-mail from one of my best friends. ?Call Lina. Her father had a heart attack. He...
A Father’s Love
It is a hot day and the sun is burning a hole in the ground. He wipes his forehead and the sweat runs down...
A Hairy Flaw
I had not seen Smita since her vacation to India. I remember her being very excited about her trip. She had not seen her...
Mixing A Marriage
I am always astounded whenever I hear Vijay?s opinions. They always seem to be out of the Dark ages. Certainly on many occasions after...
Laura’s Future
I received an e-mail from Laura the other day. She said she was coming down to Kingston for a leadership high-school seminar, and she...
Out of Left Field
It is interview time for admission into medical school. Interviews always tend to be a time of angst and anxiety. Some of the questions...
A Eulogy For my Father
This article is in memory of my father, Joseph Pinto, born in Mangalore, India to the late Mr. Emmanuel Pinto and late Mrs. Piad...
A Hindi Connection
It was a slow Sunday afternoon in the Emergency department. As part of my training as a resident physician in psychiatry I have to...
Our Father Who Art in Heaven
I always consistently find that it is children who ask the most thought-provoking questions. During the prayer, "Our Father who art in Heaven", I...
Nisha’s Marriage
?Guess what?? my friend asked me excitedly over the phone. ?Nisha is getting married!? she said rapidly, not even waiting for my response to...
