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EDITORIAL Row 1: (L to R) Afiya (2021), Kritika (2019), Meghanshi Rajput (2018), Priya Bansal (2018), Amna Tasneem (2022), Vanshika Aggarwal (2022) Row 2: (L to R) Payal (2023), Nishtha Srivastava (2022), Palak Agarwal (2022), Harshita Makhija (2022), Anshika Choudhary (2022), Ashi Soni (2022) Row 3: (Lto R) Tisha Singla (2021), Shubhangini (2023), Dhriti Singh (2022), Preeti Jakhar (2018), Srashti Garg (2021), Khushi mani tripathi (2023), Kriti Srivastava(2023) Row 4: (L to R) Mehak(2019), Priyanshi Shree(2019), Bhavika Garg (2020), Aparna Pandey (2020), Gauri Srivastava (2022), Ghanishthta Bakolia (2022), Jayana Gupta(2022) Missing : Bhawya (2022), Charu Kushwaha (2022), Tanisha Garg (2021), Anshita Rajput (2020), Shambhavi Varma (2020), Khushi nagar (2019), Isha (2019), Aparajita Kale (2020) Board

FROM THE EDITORS' DESK 1 Editorial Board After a hiatus of three long years, it is with immense pride that I unveil the much-awaited 7th edition of Verve, the annual college magazine of Lady Hardinge Medical College. Verve was conceived as a testament to the indomitable spirit of Hardonians, a repository of memories, and a wellspring of literary inspiration for us all. In keeping with this ethos, our cover story, "Beyond the Wards," embarks on a journey to illuminate the remarkable paths taken by our illustrious alumni. These extraordinary women doctors serve as guiding beacons, urging us to pursue our dreams with courage and conviction. I thank Dr. Vandana Lal, Dr. Manisha Sinha Budhiraja, Dr. Shalini Mullick, Dr. Suvasini Sharma, and Dr. Ruha Shadab for sparing their valuable time for us and gracing the pages of our magazine. Their stories resonate deeply, inspiring us to embrace resilience in the face of adversity. It is paramount to acknowledge the tireless efforts and unwavering dedication of my esteemed predecessors, the former Editors-in-Chief of Verve, who set the bar high with their exemplary work. Walking in their footsteps for this edition has deepened my appreciation for the finesse and grace with which they steered this publication. Special thanks are due to Richa di, Bhavya di, and Prabhleen di for their instrumental roles in ensuring the fruition of this edition. Ofcourse none of this would have been possible without my dedicated team. I have nothing but deep gratitude for the team of Editors (Priyanshi, Shambhavi, Kritika, Aparajita, Tanisha, Nishtha, Harshita, Anshika, Ghanishtha, Amna, Ashi, Bhawya, Gauri, Payal and Shubhangini) for their keen eye for detail, ensuring every comma finds its rightful place and their ingenuity, harvested from the depths of imagination and originality; the team of Designers (Mehak, Ashi, Dhriti, Charu) for their creativity, transforming the mere empty pages into canvases of visual delight, breathing life into every word and image printed in the magazine; the team of Photographers (Afiya, Tisha, Vanshika, Khushi, Preeti, Anshika and Bhawya) for their vision, capturing moments frozen in time with each picture telling a story of its own; the Social Media team (Palak, Isha, Khushi, Anshita and Kriti) for ensuring that the buzz for this edition was always on peak, and the Marketing team (Aparna, Bhavika, Srashti and Jayana) for bringing in creative ideas and always being on top of all things finances! No words of gratitude would be complete without mentioning Dr. Meghanshi Rajput, my steadfast partner in all endeavors throughout this journey. Lastly, I extend my heartfelt thanks to my parents, my friends, notably Pooja, Priyasha, Akanksha, and Kamini for their invaluable insights and suggestions. With this, I invite all our readers to immerse themselves in this edition of Verve, hopeful that it will serve as a beacon of inspiration, a testament to our indomitable spirit as Hardonians. Dr. Priya Bansal Editor-in-Chief

2 VERVE FROM THE EDITORS' DESK Dear Readers, As I sit down to pen this piece for the 7th edition of Verve, our college magazine, I find myself reflecting on the incredible journey we've been on together. As I look back on the countless hours spent brainstorming ideas, conducting interviews, and poring over drafts, I am filled with gratitude for the incredible team that makes Verve possible. Each member brings their unique talents, contributing to the Verve’s success in ways both big and small. The Verve has become more than just a publication; it has transformed into a tightknit family, fueled by passion, creativity, and a shared commitment to excellence. From striking cover designs to meticulously crafted layouts, and print quality every aspect of the magazine exudes professionalism and attention to detail. While the team has tirelessly tried to eliminate any oversights, we humbly apologize for any errors that may have inadvertently slipped through the cracks. I recall midnight texts of Mehak to share her most loved design of Starry night and Mata, and late night walks to stroll every street corner with Aparna, Bhavika, Srashti to search for the right vendor and ensure the best merchandise quality to do justice to the design. Palak, Isha, Kriti, Anshita, Khushi Nagar to make sure that Verve is popularized by creating fancy reels and posts for social media platforms. I would like to express my gratitude to everyone involved with Verve; Afiya, Amna, Anshika, Anshita, Aprajita, Aparna, Ashi, Bhavika, Bhawya, Charu, Dhriti, Gauri, Ghanishtha, Harshita, Isha, Jayana, Khushi Nagar, Khushi Tripathi, Kriti, Kritika, Mehak, Nidhi, Nishtha, Palak, Payal, Preeti, Priyanshi, Pooja, Ritika, Ruhi, Sanghmitra, Shambhavi, Shruti, Shubhangini, Srashti, Tanisha, Tisha, Vanshika, our esteemed Alumni Richa Di, Bhavya Di, Prabhleen Di for creating a help desk to guide us throughout, Ruha Di, Dr. Kavita Arora ma'am, Dr. Sushma, Dr. Savita, Dr. Meeta and the entire alumni association and all the volunteers Muskan Miglani, Muskan Kapoor, Shweta Gautam, Ananya Vardhan, Shivani, Gauri, Priyanshi, Hitaishi, Khushi Yadav, Monika, Arpitha, Puja, Aidamon, Niharika, Ivalyne, Sania, Tanisha, Farha, Sadiya, Prachi, Kavya, Devanshi, Tanya, Divanshi, Khwaish, Sharmeen, Jasmine, and many more members keep joining verve, and Dr. Priya Bansal, my partner in crime. Most importantly, I would like to thank Aparna for being my constant pillar, my family, my sister, Divyanshi Rajput and Tarun for instilling courage in me to pursue this endeavour. Together, we have created something truly special - a publication that not only informs and entertains but also fosters a sense of belonging and camaraderie among its readers. As we celebrate the launch of the 7th edition of Verve, which began as a humble initiative to newfound heights of success, we have overcome challenges, forged friendships, and left our mark on campus culture in ways we never thought possible. And as we look to the future, I am confident that Verve will continue to inspire, innovate, and ignite the passions of generations to come. Thank you for being a part of this incredible journey. Here's to many more editions of Verve, and many more memories to cherish along the way. Dr. Meghanshi Rajput Editorial Director

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Foreword On behalf of Lady Hardinge Medical College, I am delighted to pen this foreword for the seventh edition of Verve, our annual magazine. Verve has flourished as a platform for our esteemed faculty, staff, and talented students to showcase their intellectual and creative pursuits. Within its pages, you'll discover a dynamic compilation of articles, narratives, poems, and artistic expressions, reflecting the multifaceted interests and perspectives that enrich our college environment. Verve embodies the very essence of Lady Hardinge Medical College. It fosters a space where academic rigor flourishes alongside artistic exploration and a commitment to social responsibility. The magazine empowers students to express themselves creatively and delve into critical contemporary issues impacting healthcare and society as a whole. I am confident that this edition of Verve will resonate deeply with its readers. It serves as a tribute to the unwavering dedication, diligence, and brilliance that make Lady Hardinge Medical College. Dr. Sunita Mondal Vice Principal 5 Lady Hardinge Medical College Foreword

Foreword Hello Hardonians! It is indeed my privilege and honour to serve the hallowed portals of Lady Hardinge Medical college as faculty in the Department of Pathology. I have very fond memories of my undergraduate days- full of curricular and extracurricular activities. Verve, the magazine of Hardinge, is one such extracurricular activity. This edition of the magazine ‘Beyond the Wards’ explores diverse career opportunities beyond clinical practice. Discover inspiring stories from our alumni thriving in non-traditional roles. Hardinge offers you an excellent platform to show your skills as a physician with a strong background in academics and clinical experience. You also get to experience life in the capital with a rich cultural life outside the campus. Hardinge has shaped me into the professional and person I’m today. My Alma mater constantly gives me the strength to face the challenges of life. I continuously live those beautiful days by interacting with the young students and alumni at every platform. The alumni network is a 2500 members strong LHMC alumni association (LHMCAA). The association offers scholarships, medals and mentoring, to all the students. Membership is easily done through our website (lhmcaa.org). I encourage you all to become members of the LHMCAA at the earliest and be a part of the ever expanding vibrant community of Hardonians! You may enter Hardinge as a mouse but you will surely grow into a lioness. That is the magic of Hardinge. It molds you into a stronger and braver person. Imagine being 25 years at a place! It will not only become your home, but also a part of your soul. Per Ardua ad Astra! Dr. Anita Nangia President, LHMCAA Hardinge batch of 1988 VERVE 6 6 VERVE

Foreword It is a pleasure and privilege to write this foreword for the magazine of LHMC students, who I marvel to see emerging from students to doctors of excellence and people of substance. The editors have painstakingly compiled enriching stories of the hardonian spirit guiding one through exceptional lives. The generation today also faces many mental challenges with the bombarded knowledge, the social influencers, the world wide aspirations, the ever changing scenarios of medical education and societal paradigms! But Hardonians can ace this with their determination and resilience. You will notice a common thread in all these inspirational women living the moto of “Per ardua Adastra”; a steely resolve, truth being their guiding light, a support base, a courage beyond their years , lifelong learners, curious seekers and never giving up on their dreams. As our responsibilities increase and worldly challenges overwhelm us, we have to go inwards and focus on stabilization of the self- physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. The only tool you have to carve out an enthralling life is you yourself. Our daily schedules are the best indicator of what we truly value! We are not merely physical bodies. Our minds, our aura, our energies, our attitudes all shape our destiny. It is only after stabilization of the self that we are in a position to give. Today , as medical students and doctors we are in a perfect position to serve. But remember that as you serve you also have a duty to self, to family and a right to self dignity ! Each person has a different dream which resonates within. The realisation of this dream, the courage to pursue it, the learnings from our mentors/successful people and the purposeful working for it makes a life exceptional. The definition of success is also a very personal one – acknowledge your own definition. I congratulate the VERVE editorial board for this inspirational compilation ! Kudos to Hardonians! May you continue to inspire generations to come and stand strong as a beacon of light to others. Dr. Ritu Singh, (Cultural Head, UG LHMC) (MBBS, MD, FIMSA, FISAR, FIME) (WHO fellow, Genomics fellow) Director Professor and HOD, Dept of Biochemistry Lady Hardinge Medical College Foreword 77 Foreword

ARTICLES & POEMS SPECIAL FEATURE: का गज़ी खो ज: A tale of two libraries Unveiling Hardinge's hidden treasures कवि ता एँ बहा र क्या वो कर पा एगी गर्मी की छुट्टि याँ तुम उड़ो , मैं तुम्हा रे सा थ हूँ । पता ही नहीं चला मैं अभी डरी नहीं खया ल मैं नहीं डरूंगी SOCIETY PHOTOS ART COLUMN SNAPSHOTS FUN COLUMN Tearable poster Wicked wordsmiths Hardinge’s crossword Solving pyramids Quiz Time EVENTS REPORTS Medicus Conventus Dandiya party Freshers’ party Christmas dance party Convocation Holi Interns’ day Intracollege events Women who laugh with their mouths open OPD Quagmire My mind and me: we don’t get along You should know A train of thought Taboo 1971 Blood My ancestral nostalgia Kill a bug Does it really matter? Homeless Nature Skygazing A rose Time of positivity Mundane and special Good morning mama Mindful Campuses The drumbeats of time My 1st trip Microbiology SRship & COVID 19 pandemic She never asked COVER STORY : BEYOND THE WARDS Dr. Ruha Shadab Dr. Vandana Lal Dr. Suvasini Sharma Dr. Shalini Mullick Dr. Manisha Budhiraja BATCH PHOTOS Cabinet Hardinge Chronicles Jijeevisha Viola Belleza Inklings Vencedor Aarohana Perspective Podium Graffiti Mediquest Q-rious Querencia Contents 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 18 19 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 32 33 34 35 39 40 42 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 55 59 63 67 71 74 76 77-82 83 83 84 84 85 85 86 86 87 87 88 88 89 89 90-91 94 96 97 98 99 92-93 Contents 8

ME D C U S M The three-day conference offered participants a platform to learn and interact with esteemed faculty members and peers. Workshops covered various topics such as Basic Life Support, Suturing & Knotting Skills, Decoding HIV, Research Methodology, Gynaecore 101, PaedEMpower, and iCliniquest Finessing Pharma. A popular workshop was "Suturing & Knotting Skills," where participants gained beginner experience in surgical skills. "Research Methodology" provided students with the tools and techniques necessary to conduct meaningful research projects, while "Gynaecore 101" offered insights into the intricacies of women's health and reproductive medicine. The conference also featured a comprehensive array of academic events tailored to promote engagement in clinical research. Among these notable events were the clinical cases and research paper presentations, which served as platforms for undergraduates to dive into medical research. The inaugural Hardinge Hackathon was also conducted, where teams devised innovative ideas to tackle problems in medicine. This edition also featured a Model United Nations (MUN) session, where participants debated pressing global issues and worked towards finding diplomatic solutions. In addition to academic activities, cultural programs were also organized to provide participants with a well-rounded experience. With poetry, prose, music, and dance performances, it was an evening filled with entertainment. Medicus Conventus’23 was a successful and enriching conference. With its focus on skill enhancement, academic discourse, and cultural exchange, the conference provided participants with valuable learning opportunities. edicus Conventus, Lady Hardinge Medical College's annual undergraduate medical conference, marked its sixth year in 2023. This year's theme, "Honing Hands That Heal," underscores the goal of enhancing the skills of future medical professionals. CONVENTU‘S23Event Reports 9

ANDIYA NIGHT Evening, 26th September 2023: The walls of the undergraduate hostel were lit up and people, who usually have their noses buried in books, were seen all dolled up in traditional attire, infusing the environment with excitement rarely seen. It was the first Dandiya Night, organised by the newly elected Students’ Union. The badminton court entrance behind the North Block was bejewelled with fairy lights and a multicoloured umbrella-decked photobooth, which became a fixture in almost every Instagram post that surfaced online. The event began with cultural societies’ performances, followed by solo and duet acts. Aarohana, the musical society and Viola, the dance society presented their beautiful renditions of folk and Bollywood songs. Belleza displayed an array of traditional attires filling us with pride for our ethnic designs. The dramatics society, Jijeeveesha, presented an astounding act on the goddess Mahishasura Mardini, whose brilliance was enough to leave us with goosebumps, and reinforced the belief that there is no greater power than an infuriated woman. All the performances fuelled up the audience for the subsequent DJ night. A special dinner was prepared in the UG mess, which fully satiated the Hardonians who were exhausted by dancing to the beats of garba. Making sure that everyone had their memories of the night chronicled, photographers from Perspective took out their cameras for polaroids. Navratri season was about to end, yet from ‘Dholida’ to ‘Khalasi’, the garba mood was in full swing, making this night an exhilarating experience of celebrating womanhood and medical life. 10 VERVE

F RESHERS’ The much anticipated Freshers’ of 2023 held on 5th November, dove deep into the realm of nostalgia with the theme of 'Back to Bachpan'. The talented freshers dressed up as various characters, ranging from Doraemon, Shinchan, Mr. Bean with his beloved teddy, Motu-Patlu duets, a flock of Chutkis, to all possible Disney Princesses. The event commenced with the introduction of the bubbly freshies but, for a catch, it had to be in Hindi. Following this, were a myriad of breathtaking performances. The crowd went gaga over fusion dances and the entire auditorium echoed with the nostalgia of our favourite childhood classics. Next came the most awaited event- selection and the crowning of Miss Fresher. It started with the mimicry of your chosen character, followed by a talent round where all the divas dazzled with their gorgeous ramp walks and performances. The final round was a task round and the contestants set the stage on fire. The auditorium roared with laughter as cleverly crafted tasks by the senior interns added a touch of humor and left the participants with fond memories to cherish for a lifetime. In the midst of enthusiastic cheers, numerous titles were bestowed upon participants, building up to the pinnacle of the evening – the prestigious Miss Fresher award. The event blended nostalgia for lost childhood moments with excitement for the future, making the Freshers’ Party of 2023 an unforgettable experience. Event Reports 11

HRISTMAS DANCE PARTY It was pure ecstasy as we grooved to Bhojpuri, Haryanvi and Punjabi beats. It was a much needed break from the monotone that is a med student’s life and an opportunity for people to show their masked crazy side. As the dance floor pulsated with energy, the air filled with laughter and joy. Watching everyone cast aside life's stressors and immerse themselves in the moment was nothing short of amazing. With uncoordinated dance steps that added to the charm, we danced non-stop, grinning from ear to ear. The night was an absolute blast, a festive fusion that turned monotony into magic! The halls of Hardinge glittered on the eve of 16th December with a fun-filled Christmas Dance Party organized by the Students’ Union. Infused with the enchanting hues of Christmasy white and red, the atmosphere buzzed with merriment. To add a pop to the party we took the Desi detour, ditching the classic Christmas songs and going gaga over party numbers. 12 VERVE

Proud smiles broke through the nervous anticipation of what lies ahead. This was the 107th Convocation Ceremony of Lady Hardinge Medical College (LHMC) on February 26,2024 a day that marked not just the end of an academic chapter, but the exciting dawn of a new chapter. It was the testament of perseverance and a culmination of blood, sweat and tears put in by the graduates of 2015,2016 and 2017 batches. The ceremony itself was a spectacle of pride and honour. The President of India, Smt Droupadi Murmu graced the Convocation Ceremony. She addressed the gathering encouraging the graduates by pressing on the importance of human values like compassion, kindness and empathy alongside academic competence in this noble field. President Murmu lauded the college for its 107-year journey in providing quality medical education and commended its recent infrastructural expansion. Dr Subhash Giri, Director of LHMC, shared the institution’s recent developments and vision for the future. The rhythmic procession of faculty members was led by the Academic Registrar, Mr. Gaurav Aggarwal marching in all harmony to create a truly momentous occasion. The highlight of the ceremony was the awarding of degrees. As each graduate's name was called, a sense of accomplishment filled the air. The gold medallists of the batch were awarded by the President herself. The academic regalia, the handshake, the diploma held proudly and the walk across the stage – these were the moments etched forever in memory. As the ceremony drew to a close, a sense of exhilaration hung in the air. The graduates were no longer just students but changemakers. C ONV OC AT I ON Event Reports 13

Holi Holi, a festival synonymous with euphoria and exhilaration, holds a special place on every college student's agenda. On the vibrant afternoon of March 22nd, the Badminton court behind the North Block hostel transformed into a canvas of colorful expressions. Amidst the festive ambiance, students partook in the joyous revelry, complemented by delectable snacks courtesy of the UG Mess. Following the conclusion of exams, the Students' Union orchestrated an event fostering unity and camaraderie, transcending differences through the shared experience of vibrant hues. Beyond the confines of lectures and leisure, participants joyously adorned each other's faces with colors, symbolizing a collective spirit untethered by hierarchies. Accompanied by the rhythmic beats of Hindi, Bhojpuri, and Haryanvi songs, the atmosphere resonated with unrestrained merriment. With access to RO water restricted, students showcased their resourcefulness, ingeniously arranging alternative water sources. The evening witnessed an array of spontaneous activities, destined to be cherished and chuckled at in retrospection. Embracing diversity, the celebration served as a melting pot of cultures, fostering a sense of belonging and collective jubilation. Undoubtedly, it was an unforgettable and ecstatic affair, uniting hearts in a kaleidoscope of joyous memories. 14 VERVE

The morning of 24th March 2024 greeted Hardinge with a bright, cloudless sky– a hubbub of excited chatter surrounded the Interns of 2018 Batch, taking a break from their hectic duties, dressed up in six yards of grace and elegance. The campus area glittered with sequins, shimmers and the flashes of cameras, with interns and all their juniors trying to capture all the memories in frame. Be it the ‘roll number wise’ message wall to the anonymous gossip about departmental experiences, the decor reflected the multitude of emotions felt as a student, and flashbacks to moments in internship and undergraduate years. The event kicked off with the lamp lighting ceremony, followed by several amazing performances by the societies, urging everyone to clap, sing and dance along! The inside jokes and individual titles kept the atmosphere lively, amidst nostalgic laughter. Several interns took to the stage, setting it on fire. The Batch of 2018 splendidly showcased their talents, from hilarious standup comedy and soulful melodies, to sensuous dance performances. The mood turned sentimental during the society farewells, with juniors from all batches turning up to bid adieu to their beloved seniors. Sharing the stage with them for one final time brought back memories of the countless hours devoted to practices for college events. Towards the end, the much awaited Batch 2018 Movie was screened, stirring up memories of the past five and a half years, leaving everyone with tears running down their cheeks– the realisation of having finished their time in Hardinge sinking in. Post refreshments, everyone was seen struggling carrying all the gifts they’d received from their juniors, but it was actually the memories and the love they’ve received at this place which was the most difficult to bundle up. With the inevitable departure of interns looming ahead, teary eyes and heartfelt goodbyes were witnessed everywhere, however the sentiment remains the same in all the hearts: we’re all glad Hardinge chose us. INTERNS’ DAY 15 Event Reports

INTRACOLLEGE EVENTS Hardinge is a colourful assortment of talent and diversity. Not a day passes by without making memories that can be cherished for a lifetime. The numerous array of events and the brilliant cohort of societies jazz up the campus. Hence follows the unending list of events within the campus that break the monotony of a demanding course. The go-to icebreaker question amongst freshies is “What societies would you like to join?” The zeal of working with an amazingly talented team and the pride of being called a member is unmatched. The much awaited wave of society auditions started in December, 2023. First in line was the dramatics society, Jijeevisha. In the auditions held on 16 December 2023, they looked for actors, musicians, writers, instrumentalists and anyone keen on learning the art of theatre. The students were judged on their ability to dramatize and enact themes, provided on an improptu basis. The literary society, Inklings, organised a prose and poem competition on 20th December 2023. What started as an audition, turned into an inspiring medley of literature enthusiasts providing an outlet to reconcile with one's creative side. Belleza, the fashion society organised its annual auditions on 3rd January, 2024. It was a call for freshers to unleash their inner fashionistas and captivate the audience with their poise. Confidence, coordination and elegance were the key to cracking these auditions. Vencedor, the sports society organised its Volleyball and Basketball tryouts on 5th January, 2024. Anyone, from a trained player to an aspiring novice, were invited. Aarohana, the music society organised its audition on 14th March, 2024. While the crowds were busy being enchanted by the melodious performances, the musicians were keenly judged on their pitch control and hitting the right notes. INDUCTIONS’24 16 VERVE

INTRA COLLLEGE DANCE COMPETITION Viola, the dance society organised an intra-college dance competition on 16th December, 2023 for the 2023 batch. To dance is to be beyond yourself; larger, more beautiful, more powerful. As Anges de Mille rightly says “Dancers aren't made of their technique, but their passion.” The freshers amazed the audience with their spirited and graceful performances. The participants were asked to prepare in their favoured form of dance. There were 5 solo and 3 group performances. The senior members of the society judged the performers on grounds of synchronisation, accuracy of movements and the energy they delivered. It was an exhilarating experience for the freshers to show off their talents and connect with people who share similar passions and interests. MEDSTORM : AN ODYSSEY Qrious, the quizzing society organised an intracollege preclinical quiz competition MedStorm- An Odyssey on 6 January, 2024 for 2022 and 2023 batch. The participants were in teams of two who had to be from the same batch. The quiz was organised to instil an interest in the dynamic world of quizzing amongst the freshers. It was an effort to provide firsthand exposure and get the freshers accustomed to the guidelines of quizzing. The first round was organised in two parts, the first part being a crossword with given clues and the second part being a multi-part question. Teams with the top 10 scores proceeded in the second round which was a buzzer round. After a thrilling session, the top 3 teams were awarded. The annual production of Jijeevisha for 2023-24 is based on the inspiring theme of freedom of speech. It is rightly named ‘Rihaai’, filling the audience with an uproar to express without the shackles thrusted upon them by society. The powerful play displays the multifold dimensions to freedom, the dearth of it in the past, the ongoing chase of it in the present and the uncertainty it holds in the future. It explores the historical ideas of freedom derived from the inspiring ideals of freedom fighters and compares it to modern day torchbearers of the fight for freedom, journalists and activists. Through a beautiful portrayal of human evolution, they highlight the way nature supports this fight and though the issues have changed, the fight still persists. From fighting for basic necessities, to fighting for the right to speak out on pressing issues, freedom seems like a long road. The play satirically comments on the chains our leaders force upon us, the use of violence to curb any upheaval and the misuse of infamous laws. The exhilarating performance leaves the crowd questioning their freedom and the burning desire to fight for it echoes throughout. The thought provoking play has done all of us at Hardinge proud, by receiving numerous accolades. It won the third position at SAMVAAD - The Street Play Competition organised by AIIMS New Delhi at PULSE 2023. A core member, Kritika Bhardwaj, won the BEST ACTRESS award at the same competition. ‘Rihai’ bagged the first position at the Street Play Competition organised by VIPS - TC at their fest: SPANDAN. It was performed at ADIVITIYA’24 organised by the prestigious National School of Drama. It bagged the third position at the Street Play Competition “RANGMANCH” organised by DIAS at their fest: ECSTASY. RIHAAI 17 Event Reports

On days when The different degrees of grey Painted wet along the sky Are a fair weather friend, The clouds are white Kaleidoscopes of choices That taste like cotton candy But mirror the closed doors, The closed windows behind which we are expected to choose, There's always a manual on How to Laugh, sit , eat , pray, love, live, think Hidden in the nooks of these rooms, And anything I do sits on me Like a memory fluttering, Like my nostalgia patterning down my wheatish skin when I Drape my Dadi's suti cotton saree Along my waist and Loosely hang it on the edge of my collarbone, And that is probably why I know why Dadi would say that women who Laugh with their mouths open are The wildest ones; They reap the most from love, Callously spilling spirits and Constantly ruminating about Genies and pixies and stars and all things magical; They choose to love And seek truth, they are freer Than God And they have colorful shadows: Like fire crackers under your feet, Like leaves in autumn, Like coffee on bedsheets, Women who laugh With their mouths open are My favorite ones Because, in quintessence, They are sacred and all things love. W MEN WHO LAUGH WITH THEIR MOUTHS OPEN BY : AKSHITA SHARMA BATCH 2019 VERVE 18

QBY: DR. PRIYA BANSAL PROFESSOR , DEPARTMENT OF MEDICINE, LHMC Telling a frail grand-mom to watch out for wet floors, Listening patiently to the long story of an old man, Warning an uncle to walk half an hour every day, Comforting a doting father that his child will be alright, Teaching a young mother that her own health is her most important job, Scolding a lanky fellow not to make mountains of a mole hill, Suggesting diet plans to a slightly healthy girl A hold on the arm, a pat on the back , a half hug A serious look with a smile Humbled by the fold of hands From a small hospital desk, I try to heal the world! OPDUAGMIRE I don't know what to admire Day starts and I have a long queue of quagmire “Alright everyone, it's a good day to save lives” used to be the dream Instead "Wash the slides on your way out!" they scream But you know what, I have learnt to survive now Just moo down your sorrows like a cow See, this is my life hack Of course, I am a jack So eventually I have become a pioneer of quagmire! But my heart whispers, “Don’t lose hope jack, you are a Sapphire!” There was a time I used to ace at my own pace But finally, I have realized, life is anything but a race! BY : ANSHITA RAJPUT BATCH 2020 Articles & Poems 19

Heart thumping. Head pounding. Hands shaking. Close your eyes in the hope of calming down. Instead, the memories flood you. Laughter rings in your ears as that smile is all you see. Then it's the two of you dancing, holding on in the hard times. Then comes the pain... it's suffocating, the distance almost broke you last time. A decision. One hour. Stay? Break up? He leaves in an hour. But what can a person do when the heart is at war with the brain? Breathe... In... Out... Clench your fists... And release... This can be done. But war is too violent... You need something calmer. Chess. My mind And me We don't get along Brain(E4(Pawn): No Heart(CS(Pawn): Yes Brain(F3(Knight)): Think logically. It'll mess up everything. We can't risk that, not this close to our dream. Heart(C6(Knight): Logical is your forte. "It'll happen again. It's part of his job, it always will be." "Yes, but.." "Long distances rarely survive. We've known him for a year, and he was gone for four months." "But..." "It was and will be hard," "Yes, hard. But we came out stronger versions of ourselves because of it. Bishop takes Knight, check." "It'll hurt. King to rook." "We'll find solace together... even if it's just through texts and video calls. Rook to rook, check." "Bishop to rook. It's a bad idea." "It's difficult. Long distance almost broke us, a break up will. Rook takes Bishop." "Pawn takes rook." "All I know is that I'm completely, madly and incandescently in love, and that's something I'll hold onto forevermore. Bishop to Bishop. Check and mate," said the proud heart to the hesitant brain. Calm washes over you. A decision… two minutes left. You say, "Together, love. Forever and always." BY : Chavi narang VERVE 20

YOU KNOW SHOULD You are the wind in your hair, the silly dance you do when you don’t care, You are the places to which you fly, the morning cup of coffee under a happy sunny sky, You are the little coloured post-its you stick, the tiny stones that you pick, You are your notebook’s last page, the faded stickers you will not change, You are the words that you say, the prayers that you pray, You are the sacrifices that you make and your silly little mistakes, You are the hands you like to hold when yours get too cold, You are the stars that you search for, the things which you burn for, You are your heartbreaks, the risks that you take, You are the grey knitted sweater that you pull close to you in the cold chilly weather, You are the color of your eyes, the kindness in your smile, You are the lines that you draw, some of them perfect, some of them flawed, You are the waves washing over your feet, the doors that you greet, You are the people that you meet, the things which make your heart skip a beat, You are the playlists that you curate, you are the garland of flowers hanging at your gate, You are the handmade gifts you make, the cake you so lovingly bake, You are the dates that you remember, the buildings that you enter, You are the longest phone calls that you’ve had, you are your furrowed eyebrows when you’re mad, You are the secrets that you keep, the tears that you weep, You are the colours that you paint, the blessings that you gain, You are the posters on your bedroom wall, the fictional characters for whom you fall, You are the warmth of your favorite scarf, the sweet sound of your laugh, You are the stain on your shirtsleeves, the photograph in the pocket of your jeans, You are the flowers that you pluck, the hidden gifts in your trunk, You are the song you’ll never forget, the seashells that you collect, You are the little shiver when you sneeze, you are your favorite shirt’s crease, You are the people that you’ve lost, the coins that you’ve tossed, You are the rainbows that you’ve seen, the quote displayed on your lock screen, You are the 11:11 wishes that you make, the sunset pictures that you take, You are the people you love to bits, the magic that you think exists, You are the faint light of your lamp, the grass you walk on; so damp, You are the journal that you hide, the photo frame kept on your bedside, You are the fallen eyelashes that you blow, the hope with which you glow, The things which you think you’re not are the ones which actually matter a lot. BY : OORVI GUPTA Articles & Poems 21

My mom and I reached the railway station an hour before our boarding time. Yes, an hour before because we don’t have a Raj who would help us catch the train if we miss it and our life isn’t as in DDLJ. Anyways, I was all bright eyed and bushy tailed for it was the first time I was going to travel in a sleeper train. The station was painted red with porters, who had a uniform dress code. As soon as we stepped on the platform, we were swarmed by many of them, each one trying to get hold of our luggage before we could even see them properly! Plus, all of them seemed to have the DNA of Milkha for after every 2 seconds my mom had a mini heart attack when she couldn’t spot the porter in the crowd, assuming that he had run away with our luggage. Quite a scene. Finally, we boarded the train and my eyes darted back and forth, looking for my seat. The train was divided into many compartments with each having 2 bunkers on either side. When we finally found ours, we were greeted by big fat smiles of an aged couple and another young girl. Within minutes the whole train turned into a fiesta with 6-year-olds turning the aisle into a talent show, displaying all kinds of talents (which included hanging like a chimpanzee on the 2 stairs leading to the upper berth). A workaholic was feverishly searching for a charging point for his about-to-die laptop and already dead phone. If this was ZNMD, clearly this guy was Arjun. *sigh* Then entered the family of four with enough baggage to start a new civilisation! Meanwhile, the chulbuli aunty was busy distributing her home-made samosas to everyone ,using it as an ice breaker to start a 2-hour gossip session. At the back, there was a boy, maybe in his 20s, with his headphones cutting out the madness of this circus of train and living in his bubble. While I soaked in this bedlam, the TT approached us. Now, he seemed like a no-nonsense man and in his mundane voice, he said, “tickets please”. Once we were done, he went on to continue with his run-of-the-mill job, waiting to find someone without tickets for that would surely add some spice to his day. After that, the aged couple in front of us asked, “aapka station kahan hai?” for that seemed to be the most obvious question one would ask their co-travellers. But it was the beginning of a conversation that would never end and by the end of the day, we knew all about them and they knew all about us. Honestly, I didn’t know that much even about my friends whom I had known for like what- years! A TRAIN THOUGHT of BY : OORVI GUPTA In airplanes we might leave with a simple goodbye but trains can turn temporary strangers into permanent friends (who have exchanged their phone numbers within hours of knowing each other)! Here, every stranger has their own story and all of them strictly abide by the policy of “Be Yourself”. The Indian Railways has seen the uncle with an opinion about everything, the aunty with the gharelu ilaaj for everything, the geek who reads throughout the journey and the neat freak who brings his own towel, sheets and pillow! All this perfect chaos can’t fit anywhere but here. VERVE 22

TABOO She is crying in pain, All her efforts are going in vain Why is it always a shame? “You shouldn’t talk about it” Doesn’t it sound insane? No kitchen, no pickle, no ifs, no buts! Are you even thinking about it? Since when have you got the guts! “Got a rain check!”, “Today I am down” Nicknames beaded in a chain of restrictions Can’t you say a simple word, it's 'MENSTRUATION'! “Hey ...you can't say it loud You are such a hell mouth!” So what, if your endometrium is weeping! It's your duty, just keep it sweeping Don’t show off the sanitary pads That’s an open invitation to the spoiled brats! You’re a decent girl You aren’t supposed to twist and twirl! Be extra cautious in “those” days It'snot somethingyoucanflaunt about withgrace Those who do so are shameless Their attitude and behavior is reckless! Days, months and years will pass ... They will keep fooling you around, saying “It’s a bliss, you are gifted to bring new life, But you need to keep it down, like a newly wed bride You were born with this Taboo And continue to live with it! Just deal with it!” But today I resist, Opting to stand against it! Yes, I break the taboo Do you? BY : ANSHITA RAJPUT BATCH 2020 Articles & Poems 23

क़ी मत चाँ दी के बर्तनों की Pre medical का परि णा म आया मेरी १st डवी जन आई घर में ख़ुशि याँ आई सब तरफ़ से मि ली बधा ई पूरे मो हल्ले में मच गई दुहा ई रेलवे का लो नी के बा बू की बेटी को मैडि कल का लेज में मि ला दा ख़ि ला माँ ने असली घी के लड्डु ओं की तवी बनवा ई घर घर जा कर बाँ टी मि ठा ई तभी मेरी ख़ुशि यों को कि सी ने नज़र लगा ई उसी सा ल सरका र ने नई स्की म बना ई Entrance (1971) परी क्षा शुरू करके, मेरी वा ट लगा ई Biochemistry पढ़ते हुए चंडी गढ़ को छो ड़ कर दि ल्ली आ गया मेरा भा ई उसने अपनी क़ि स्मत आज़मा ई और पा स हो कर सफलता पा ई फि र घर में ख़ुशि याँ आई घर का बेटा डा क्टर बनेगा यह सो च कर मेरी माँ कीं ख़ुशी से आँख भर आयी अब शुरू हुई असली लड़ा ई अब रेलवे बा बू के दो दो बच्चे, कैसे करेंगे एक सा थ डा क्टरी की पढ़ा ई? एक Lady Hardinge में और दूसरा मौ ला ना आज़ा द में मा मा मा मी चा चा चा ची सबने पि ता जी की रा तों की नीं द चुरा ई तू क्या कर रहा है? ज़रा सो च ले भा ई दो दो बच्चों की एक सा थ डा क्टरी की कैसे करवा एगा पढ़ा ई ? रेलवे बा बू की जा न पर बन आई मेरी माँ की हठ के आगे झुक गई सा री खुदा ई बेटी को डा क्टर बना ने की ज़ि द ने उसको एक तरकी ब सुझा ईं घर के सा रे चाँ दी के बर्तन बेचकर, मेरी माँ ने मेरी फ़ी स जुटा ई चुप हो गये सब रि श्तेदा र आख़ि र चाँ दी के बर्तनों की क़ी मत समझ आई फि र हम दो नों भा ई बहन ने बहुत मेहनत करके माँ बा प की इज़्ज़त बड़ा ई 19 71 BY : Dr. Anita Narang VERVE 24

B The day L s seem t O o run by OD Aboard a chariot pulled by pegasi. The calendar is ripped to shreds For Nature's lively green is dead. Paint the sky a monotonous grey Amidst the choking trees that pray For fresh air, each new day; A dying wish as their branches sway. The nightingale croaks A last song, an ode With teary eyes For its now-flaming abode. Our power-hungry flames Proceed ever-so-slow, Devouring countless homes And anyone who dared to say no. We set out as comrades To make a utopia. Now we're competitors In a toxic race to dystopia. The Earth has been murdered By us humans, crawling like ticks. Hands turned scarlet with blood, Blood full of microplastics. . BY : Manasvi singh BATCH 2023 On My Hands Articles & Poems 25

My ancestral nostalgia Patterns down my Dadi’s suti cotton saree On my light wheatish skin,— The saree she wore On tired feet In the fifties To watch fever birds Set up their musical kits In the midst of Fronds and ferns Like spilled spirits; She would ruminate, Which is more tender?— The notes punctuating The possibility of love that maddens us Or her wide smile that was a beautiful wilderness in its own quintessence. My ancestral nostalgia Patterns down my Dadi’s suti cotton saree On my light wheatish skin, I tend to weigh it down Just a little bit, Because I understand so little of it— So little of how she was Complete in her own embrace, So little of how she had eyes That sparkled with a child like wonder And how She had a pride in her own stagger, And When I write this Peerless memory on the coast of her Graceful reminiscence, I mourn the loss of words; This saree was an uncanny resemblance To women M With poetry as their religion. y A n c e s t ra l N o s t a l g i a Akshita Sharma VERVE 26

kill A bug It's a world where everyone thinks about you, But no one will dare to be with you. The mind you have no one shares it, But everyone believes they deserve it. You keep whimpering, crying, all pained, But you'll not realise what they have gained. The world goes on and so does the show, So step up the stage, because a plant has to grow. It is a stage not for people but for you, For sure it'll be funny when they won't have a clue. The feeling of triumph will reign, When the drought ends it will rain. Many of us get trampled upon, Fast! They are running and now have gone. They have left you on the cliff in a cage, In front is water, behind, people with rage. The latter is harmless if you keep strong, Just follow your gut, it'll never be wrong. Because this was a stage just for you, Yes, it was funny when they had no clue... BY : Sanya kapatia Articles & Poems 27

Behind the curtains of life hid a soul deeply feared, yearning to be seen and craving to be heard. Capturing moments for others, she lost the frame of her life. Holding her body together, but her soul shattered within. Somewhere amidst fitting into the puzzle of this world, filled with insanity and parody she lost her last piece of bliss. Restrained and tired, with desires to be freed from the strings of expectations, embracing impulsive unhingedness, out of this mayhem of a world, she found her peace. And she can’t help but wonder, does it really matter? D o e s i t r e a l l y m a t t e r ? Ashima Srivastava VERVE 28

Can you be homeless when you have a home? The thought is ravaging my mind, Day and night, amidst others and alone, It’s a thought so sublime. I started life with my love, We built a house and called it Home. We filled it lovingly and with care, With objects of our desire. We added cupboards, beds, and tables, All for us to be able, To live with harmony and peace, With togetherness and ease. There was the pitter-patter of our girls, Things strewn around everywhere. Their sweet faces and curls Brought smiles, despite the constant care. But time had wings, it flew away. The girls are gone, their rooms empty and desolate. We clutched the memories, They melted in our hearts, mocking our fate. Desire to be with the family, Be together again, Dominated our thoughts eerily, Wringing our hearts with pain We packed our bags, We flew to distant lands, To meet our children! Spending life with them, But distancing from our brethren. H o m e l e s s Dr. Nalini Now we live out of suitcases, Roaming hither and thither. Seemingly we have won many life’s races, But did we? My mind tarries and wonders here. When I return to the home we made I see the desolate books lying quietly. Once they were read and re-read, Hoping to be picked up again, They now just wait patiently. Each corner, each table, each sofa, each chair Seems shrouded in sorrow missing our loving care. That bindi in the drawer once adorned my forehead, I saw it dust covered lying forlornly on the bed. I walk past the kitchen cabinet, Tarry a little and touch caressingly, My old tea kettle, and the dinner set Still smelling of hot ginger tea, And the snacks spread lavishly. Bedsheets, blankets, and the pillow Are lying covered and still, The colors have faded to brown and yellow, Their musty smell, filling my nostril. Each nook, each corner seems to ask, Where is the joy and the laughter? Why do you tarry o’ mistress? Come dance, fill us with fragrance that we desire. I open my suitcase, now my constant companion, With memories and sorrow, but no fuss. And wonder once again, I have this home, so why am I homeless? Articles & Poems 29

Nature Has issued a red corner notice, To the world: Behave or! Be destroyed. Mankind so arrogant, So very overconfident Think or! Be demolished. Nature, Has declared a war On Earth, Conserve or Become extinct. All the new inventions, All the new technology, Unable To make us safe. From raging fires, To torrential rains, The earthquakes, Tsunamis and hurricanes; Nature’s weapons And we: Without any shields. So helpless So very defenceless. Beware! Oh humans Nature has decided To retaliate To take its own back Beware oh man Take care! Nature Dr. Mridula Khera Chichra 1972 - 1976 BATCH VERVE 30

BY : Aryahi Apte It was six in the evening. It had been a long day already; the one that started at the tick of twelve, instead of the whim of my hand pressing on my alarm’s snooze button. The one, full of feverish revision sessions with coffee shots and a complete chaos resulting in the stretching of my brain's RAM, enough to create a memory cyst. The evening was such a perfect end to a hectic day. A couple of hours of chit-chatting with my friends, a wholesome dessert and a good playlist relieved all my stress. Afterwards, I found myself on a slope of the roof of my hostel, typically called the 'roof of the छत' , by me. A slope accessible only to those willing to hop onto the precariously perched pipes and bars, at the risk of tearing a hole through their jeans. My friend sat beside me. We were engaged in a stimulating conversation, wherein she gestured enthusiastically every time we agreed on anything. My oldies playlist played in the background while we sang along for a while. Finding solace, I looked up at the sky- the moon and a solitary star, amidst the melodious tunes of ‘ये चाँ द सा रो शन चेहरा .’ I looked at my friend. Her eyes were closed to absorb the beauty of the moment. ‘Tranquillity at its finest,’ I thought to myself. Articles & Poems 31

Soft and sweet like a summer dream, Love to the eye, emanating gleam Like waves ebbing under the moon Dressed in a regal maroon, Flowing like the frills of a lady's frock Shifting amidst the meadow rocks; Fiery embers of burning emotion, Tiny as a drop, stirring as the ocean. Clover beds sown into the brown Heed to the pleas of their carmine crown; She calls the morning, calls the dew, Sunlight splinters and burrows through. And when the flush fades, the crown falls - The death of a rose curtains the sprawl Of poppies, clovers, robins and June: The sun goes under, and wisterias bloom. Twilight sinks, and at light of day, A rose, anew. By: ASTHA AGRAWAL (BATCH 2023) POSITIVITY The past will always unravel so that mind can know, Think about the time where the aim can go, As it is never known when the wind of life will wither us away, A constant propel with positivity is valuable for each day. To work with a smile is the key to omit the mope, It’s time to also cherish your time by having hope. The knowledge can be gained in every way possible, The connections for lifetime may remain feasible, The new will come and become old, But the time, if used wisely, always remains gold. The new bonds may be embraced along, It’s time to also cherish your time by having hope! The activities and fun will always ignite, As there is always an option to revitalize, For we never know what will stay lifelong, It’s time to also cherish your time by having hope! The precious memories of LHMC will always remain in our heart, The shine created by the alumni will move the yacht, Learning is needed for taking firm steps on slope, It’s time to also cherish your time by having hope! By: DR. Ashish William VERVE 32

Mundane is essential Mundane lays foundation Special is needed To enhance the mundane And to break its dullness Special is needed To make ordinary feel good Mundane reminds us Ordinary is must To enjoy the special Demarcation is necessary Notto put anything down Or dismiss something As redundant or unnecessary Butto make distinction Between mundane and special To reminisce and value Some that happened And gave us experience or a lesson Each day passes Lived in the now Remembered as yesterday And a tomorrow imagined Each day defined by us Who live and shape it Each day will leave remnants Visible for few days And imprints on mind lasting forever Deepavali has been always one festival When it seems there’s a wedding in every house The fervor of celebration Affecting the mood of each being The brightness oflights decking up the facade of every house The fun filled atmosphere of sharing joy and sweets The sound and dazzle of crackers The desire to wear things new or dress a bit more TheWHOLE essence lies in the “pooja” ceremony And sharing what we have with others that’s brings joy Some ofthese somehow aren’t given as much importance As it’s given to the food,the fashion and the loudness of crackers Which is also needed to break from ordinary Yetit’s the 7 rounds around the sacred Fire and Mantras Chanted Give some MEANINGto a marriage In the same manner,the family sitting together To take partin that “pooja ceremony” of any or allthe festivals Which forms the ESSENCE of meaning oflife and its living It’s always forever to do with ILLUMINATINGown within And navigating the “darkness” of The Space Darkness is the NATURAL state of The Space Lightis Energy Coming From ASource WhichDISPELS the darkness from around And from own within Mundane Special By: Krishnaveni B dhir & Articles & Poems 33

"Good morning, Mama! Today is Wednesday, September 6th, 2021, and it is a beautiful day in Sioux City! You are Melanie and you are my mother. I am your daughter; my name is Beth, and we live together. Today you are going to daycare to enjoy your day with friends, the bus will be here soon, let's get you ready." Already she has a beautiful happy smile! My mother is so happy that I reminded her what her name is, who I am, where she is right now, and the plan for today. It was not always like this; it has been a slow slide down a slippery slope to her state today. Mama was a 12-year-old child during the India-Pakistan partition and had typhoid at the time her family travelled via a military truck, and train to India. My grandmother had placed her on a small cot with a mattress into which the family’s gold had been sewn in. Mama was told that she had to stay on the cot and not get up for any reason. Thus, my mother would tell us children and later grandchildren, that she came to India on a ‘pile of gold’! She grew up in an educated household and herself held two bachelor’s degrees and two master’s degrees, becoming a sought after high school teacher in geography. My maternal uncle introduced Mama to his friend, (Papa), and soon the two were wed. Mama had a wonderful life with all the trimmings of being a senior officers wife living in a beautiful home with a lot of helpers, four wonderful children, and her parents and in-laws nearby. At the age of 60 years, Mama moved to the United States to be near her children and became an elementary school teacher and day care provider. She continued to work full time until her 75th birthday! Papa was an unbelievably devoted husband and as Mama got older, would do all sorts of things for her. If she could not cook one day, he would try to cook, if she was too tired to wash clothes, he would wash clothes. They had a joking agreement that when it came time to pass on to the next life, that Mama would go first, and Papa would follow. Alas, life had other plans and at age 87 years, my father passed of natural causes leaving Mama alone. Mama could not handle the loss of her partner of 60 years and went into a deep depression where she would not make the effort for anything. Every morning she would say, ‘why am I alive, I want to die’ which would throw us all into a tizzy, running around her trying to get her professional help, which she declined. The counsellors told me that grieving in elderly can take many forms and one such is a desire to die. As a physician this was a very difficult pill to swallow, but the counsellors assured me that this was the way people sometimes grieve. Ultimately, this extreme grieving led to a decline in Mama’s cognitive processing and brought us to a place where even remembering herself, her place of habitation, friends names, was a task too difficult for her to accomplish. Mama’s condition led to all sorts of adaptations! My sisters pitched in with taking Mama away from the home she had shared with Papa to get her in a different mindset, to have her live with them and enjoy her grandchildren. We needed to re-orient her periodically and I had developed my jingle for the day when I would sing my morning song which said who she is, who I am, where she is, and her plans for the day. Sometimes she would participate and complete the jingle with me! It gave me purpose and I felt that if I could not do anything medically, maybe this was what I needed to do; become her memory. Mama passed peacefully in 2022, surrounded by family. At the end miraculously, she remembered everyone of us and had a word or two to say to each of us. Best of all she smiled and looked happy, giving us the sense that not only was she ready to go, but she was happy that her time had come. By: Krishnaveni B dhir VERVE 34

Several surveys provided evidence that mental health of medical students is not at its best. Medical students are facing important mental health challenges (e.g. depression, anxiety) and they are under tremendous pressure, often subject to psychological distress and a decline in life satisfaction. Many studies have reported that a significant percentage of medical students sufferfrom anxiety because stress has a strong relationship with emotional and behavioral problems. At the same time, many types of interventions health and virtual communities’ applications have been developing during the last decade to address mental health challenges. Mindful Campuses is an initiative that supports the mental health and well-being of staff, students and faculty in their campuses. The Mindful Campuses Plan is an interdisciplinary collaboration with a mission to empower community to build a culture of mindful presence and compassion in order to allow the students to improve: - Improve mental well-being - Boost academic flourishing - Increase resiliency to stress; - Reduce levels of anxiety and depression. The goal of Mindful Campus is to create a safe and inclusive space for all students, staff and faculty to learn and engage in mindfulness through: - introductory and advanced learn-to-meditate classes - drop-in meditation sittings - half-day silent retreats - contemplative practices including yoga - walking meditation - and compassion programs - faculty and staff training - educational workshops The Mindful Campus initiative promotes faculty-staff study group meets every two weeks for meditation, a short business meeting, a book discussion, and a short closing meditation. The group continues to work in cooperation with other groups on and off campus who share common goals of creating a more mindful, peaceful, and compassionate world. MINDFUL CAMPUSES: Mental health of medical students, what do you want? Articles & Poems 35

The Mindful Campus continues its efforts toward raising awareness in the daily lives of faculty and students. It is believed that mindful living and contemplative pedagogy have the potential to effectively enhance student learning and achievement, as well as foster an innovative environment that can create fuller and richer learning for students, greater satisfaction for educators, and a more nurturing environment in their university and community. Taking good care of your physical and mental health will help you become a successful medical student. Whether you have just started your medical journey or are still working on your medical life to gain the spot, it is important to learn how to take care of your mental health. Understanding how to deal with stress and developing some healthy habits will help you survive in medical school. Students should learn how to deal with stress, anxiety and other mental health problems. They are encouraged to seek counseling and treatment at campus counseling centers to address mental health crises. Here are some easy tips for medical students to improve their mental health and develop health habits. Seek Professional Help Whether you are feeling lonely, burnout or dealing with any other emotional difficulty, seeking help or finding a support system is important to maintain your emotional wellbeing. Since medical students are at greater risk of psychological health issues compared to the rest of the population, taking care of medical students is critically important. Unfortunately, medical students are less likely to seek professional help. Many medical students are reluctant to discuss their psychological issues and declare their disabilities. The fear of becoming stigmatized prevents them from reaching out for campus-based support. They informally consult their friends and family and don’t seek professional help. Many medical schools provide mental health services and offer confidential psychological care. Students are encouraged to reach out to their academic counselors to find reliable psychiatric care and address their mental health issues. Identify Stressful Situations The medical curriculum is one of the major causes of psychological illness and mental health issues among medical students. The pressure of learning complex medical terminologies and a lot of coursework in a short amount of time are the leading causes of stress. Furthermore, frequent relocations and adjusting in the continuously changing learning environment. VERVE 36

during clinical clerkship contribute to higher levels of academic pressure and mental stress. Identifying situations that keep you upset and trying to figure out how to control your emotions and thoughts can help you meet the demands of medical school. Use Meditation and Mindfulness Apps One of the best ways to live a mentally healthier life during medical school, clinical clerkship and residency training is to use mindfulness and meditation apps. Fortunately, there are a number of useful apps available that allow you to practice healthy meditation and mindfulness. Use Yoga to Improve Your Mental Health. It has been scientifically proven that yoga can reduce psychological and sleep problems among students. Practicing yoga will improve your mental health, make you feel happier, improve your mood, and ease depression. A survey suggests yoga can help students deal with stress, anxiety and other mental health problems. Basically, doing yoga is good for improving your cognitive skills, sharpening your memory, improving focus and concentration. During medical school, students need to learn a lot of complex physiological processes and terminologies. Yoga will help you improve your learning ability, which will eventually have a positive effect on your academic performance. that has a positive effect on your overall emotional wellbeing and improves your mood. Do Your Favorite Activity Medical students can improve their mental health by doing their favorite activity. If you actively engage in activities you like most, you can feel happier and improve your mood. Though it seems challenging to set aside time for your favorite activity, doing so is good for your mental health. Whether you like to spend quiet time alone, hanging out with friends, eating with others, playing sports, or dedicating time to engage in these pleasurable activities can significantly reduce stress levels. A survey suggests that engaging in your creative activities can improve your mood, increase focus and sense of emotional wellbeing. So, participate in activities you enjoy most to reduce depression, anxiety and other psychological problems. Articles & Poems 37

Mindfulness is a way of paying attention to the present moment—our thoughts, emotions, and sensations—on purpose and non-judgmentally. By guiding our attention in this way, we can affect our behaviour, and get on the way to feeling calmer, happier, and more empowered. Studies have suggested that mindfulness-based cognitive therapy is just as effective as medication in preventing depression relapses among adults with a history of recurrent depression, and in reducing depressive symptoms among those with active depression. Studies suggest that mindfulness practices may help people manage stress, cope better with serious illness and reduce anxiety and depression. Many people who practice mindfulness report an increased ability to relax, a greater enthusiasm for life and improved self-esteem. Mindfulness practices have been shown to reduce symptoms of anxiety and depression and improve emotional regulation suggesting that they may be an effective tool for promoting mental health in university students. Mindfulness teaches students to understand how their brain reacts to stress, and how to train their brain to interrupt anxiety. Mindful breathing and listening are two strategies that help students self-regulate themselves. Practicing mindfulness is a very effective way to improve emotional wellbeing. Many studies have shown that mindfulness is an effective stress reduction technique that can promote overall happiness. Basically, mindfulness is the practice of focusing your attention on the present moment and accepts the situation. Student-led routines and group projects that foster mindfulness are another option for teachers. A student can lead a finger exercise to calm fellow students at circle time. Or students can create a gratitude tree together, as gratitude increases mindfulness of positive events. BY: vipul sharma (medical laboratory technologist) VERVE 38

The Drumbeats Of Time I looked in the mirror today And saw a naughty child, Unruly hair, mischievous eyes Never the rules did she abide. I smiled and looked again with care, The image faded, Leaving the mirror bare. At a picnic near the pond I sat at the water’s edge, And there she was staring at me, From the water’s ledge. A little girl, scrawny and thin Her frock tucked up with a pin. Short of height, biting her nails, With oily hair and two pigtails. Then the wind blew, oh so cool, The air I savored, But the girl disappeared. I thought, Oh I am a fool! I sat in the car the other day, And adjusted the rearview mirror. I saw a confident young maiden, With books she was laden. Wearing a white coat, On her neck, a stethoscope. I blinked with surprise, Turned to welcome her with a smile. In that moment she went afar. I had no alternative, But to start the car. I met her once again, Walking down the lane. A young and radiant wife, With her partner, And two young girls by her side. I called outto her, She did not abide, Slowly walking away in the bye lanes oflife. When I sit before the mirror now And watch my own reflection. I search butthese images have flitted away. I say that without compunction. But hark! Each wrinkle has a story to tell, Those wobbly smiles do ring a bell, Oftimes gone by, with sweet memories, Oflove, laughter, and umpteen stories. I know not whattime bringeth now, The lights will go out, When and where, who knows how! Tillthen, memories come, and memories go, Some are mere ripples, Caused by the pebbles, Life did throw, Butthe moss did not grow. Others are etched in the folds of mind, Them, so deep, did time sow! And thusThe drumbeats oftime move on, marching the pathThey, never slow!! BY : DR. NALINI Articles & Poems 39

We did not go on vacations as kids. That was not a thing to be done in those days, in my family or in my social circle. Trips were about visiting extended family members or visiting ancestral homes for rituals like “Mundan” where the birth hairs were shaved off the head of the male child. Childhood trips were only about these pilgrimages. My first vacation trip, in earnest, happened in 1977. At that time, I was doing my internship at Lady Hardinge Medical College in Delhi. Our group of seven, (if memory serves me right) decided to take a bus trip to Mussoorie via Dehradun, and then back via Haridwar to Rishikesh on the weekend. This was my first independent trip, with no prior approval from my parents, who found out about this adventure much later. Recklessness, a sense of freedom and adventure was in the air! Though all of us were technically physicians by then, we carried ourselves like a bunch of teenagers. Mussoorie is a “Hill Station'' and one of the favourite tourist hubs for summers in North India. We were giddy with excitement as we ascended the hotel that was high up on the mountains and the morning clouds were beneath that altitude. For the first time in my life, I experienced walking through the clouds. I had never known what that felt like, having seen clouds only high up in the skies as a bunch of cotton balls or the dark grey ones that were the hallmark of the monsoons! Trolley ride, Gun Hill, the greenery, Kempty Falls, the beauty of nature all left an undeniable mark on my memory banks. As I write this, I travel back in time, in that moment, and alive with that feeling. After Mussorie, we went to Haridwar, and I saw the holy river Ganges for the first time in my life. The bus was full of adults who immediately took dippings in holy waters, as that day happened to be a holy, auspicious day by the Hindu calendar. But not us girls did that, instead we took a ride in a boat, joked and laughed and enjoyed a picnic of home cooked meals as one of us had a sister living in that town. We walked across the famous Laxman Jhula and experienced the swinging, we also visited famous temples but refused to make any offerings to the various sadhus lining the street asking for alms. They threatened us with curse words when we did not comply and we laughed it off, saying we too are Brahmins. The adults from that tour bus gave us the looks for not paying due respect to rituals and protocols. This only got worse as we started the journey back. We were driving through sugarcane farms and who as an Indian does not share memories of having the sugarcanes fresh juice? We were giddy with excitement, never having seen such a sight. We asked the bus driver if he could stop in the midst of the farm and help us break off a sugar cane stick or two. He and his assistant complied. Who would not, when a bunch of young, beautiful, vivacious girls make such a request! Of course, we also did not consider this act of helping ourselves in a field of plenty as theft! We chewed and spit the cud, like the villagers do on the street side, while those adults kept shaking their heads and murmuring how crazy we were, first refusing to dip in the holy Ganges, then not giving alms to the begging sadhus and now stealing sugarcanes! They of course only knew us as college girls, none of them knew we were young women doctors. Thank God for that! Otherwise, they would be forever disinclined to young women doctors. MY VERVE 40

As we proceeded, dusk began its approach, and right there in the middle of those farms, with abandoned roads and not a home or human in sight, our bus came to a grinding halt. It stopped working. Here we were, a bus full of tourists with no civilization in sight, next thing you knew everyone started getting anxious. The driver and his assistant waited and waited for a lone bus or truck to come that way, so as to hitch a ride to the nearest town, but no one stopped. Finally we girls decided to come to the rescue, standing there with our outstretched fist and thumb sticking up, asking for a ride. The next vehicle stopped, and agreed to take the driver for the needed help and left the assistant and the bus load of people behind. The adults now muttered their self righteous pronouncements of ‘it’s all your fault for not offering prayers, not dipping in the holy waters and then to top it all, stealing sugar canes’. The teenagers in us responded with, but you did all that so how are you too stuck! We started playing Antakshari, the favorite game of India. Merriment was in the air and we were very engrossed, until the assistant to the bus driver reminded us that sounds travelled far in the dark hours of the evening in those farms and that area was famous for its dacoits. They would hear you young girls singing and follow your sounds to this solitary place and God only knows what could happen next. Well that and the disapproving looks of the other passengers brought an abrupt halt to our singing. Eventually the driver returned with a truck that our bus was chained to and we were dragged to the nearest village dhaba. We were to eat a meal there and rest until a replacement bus would arrive. Never before had we eaten at such a street side place, which is a hallmark of the rural scene alongside roads in India. Food was delicious and there were jute cots or charpais with a wooden board across the center on which food was served, fresh off the tandoor and stove with two people sitting across each other. The cots later would serve as a place to rest. The main drawback, in those days was lack of indoor plumbing so you had to resort to the fields or barely a shed of an outhouse alongside the hut that was the dhaba. That too became a memory! Late into the night, a replacement bus arrived and we reached Delhi in the wee hours of Monday morning, instead of our scheduled Sunday evening arrival. Memories of this trip, my very first trip, has lived in my minds eye to date. Alive as if it was just yesterday! Aruna, Savita, Adarsh and Archana D in the back row Anita Jain and Asha Grover and me in the front Missing : Sharda and Asha Gulati. By: DR. ASHA MISHRA Articles & Poems 41

The year of 2019, signified a new chapter in my life as a budding microbiologist in practice. The infamous lal building of the Department of Microbiology, Lady Hardinge Medical College was to be my new home for the next few years. It took some time for me to figure out the intricacies of being a newbie here. Our beloved HOD ma’am (Dr. Ravinder Kaur) ensured that our assigned postings helped us learn and work in tandem with our postgraduate students as well as the technical staff. Dr. Indira, Dr. Anusha, Dr. Fathima, Dr. Masoom, Dr. Srestha, Dr. Shweta and Dr. Pari were seen working, interacting and handling the chaos that comes with working in a government hospital. Then came Dr. Snigdha (Sniggles), Dr. Garima and Dr. Imsen, my partners in crime, and the real story started. ‘Let's go for tea!’, like an alarm at 11 a.m. sharp, Dr. Snigdha along with Dr. Garima called and soon enough, KKD was bustling with the four of us, placing our orders and chatting about everything under the sun. The March of 2020 rolled around when the rumour of a pandemic soon approaching shook the nation. The four of us skipped through the news while practising our dance moves for the first (and the last) event of this SRship; SPLASH! The news of a fest around the corner was sufficient to recharge us all, and with the help of Dr. Grace who joined us recently, our moves were ready to set the stage on fire! I fondly remember Dr. Snigdha and Dr. Garima laughing at Dr. Imsen and me, during these practice sessions, correcting and taunting us at the same time. The prospect of performing before the HOD ma’am and other faculty motivated us non-dancers to quickly learn and represent the department on the stage with grace and finesse. At last the day of the Inauguration of Splash arrived, and all the residents of the department of microbiology were bustling with excitement. I stared at Dr. Imsen before entering the stage area, never noticing that my friend, Dr. Imsen froze behind the curtain! After the performance, Sanjib sir (Dr. Sanjib Gogoi) and the fellow residents found him, and he just savagely replied, ‘I forgot to enter the stage’! The sheer joy of this performance and the days leading up to it were commemorated in the group picture of the microbiology department. COVID-19 PANDEMIC MICROBIOLOGY SRship VERVE 42

Dr. Snigdha, an argent fan of tea and all things yummy; Dr. Garima, a hardcore non-vegetarian; Dr. Imsen, the meme fanatic of the group and the bachelor who had finally decided to find himself a match before any further waves of the pandemic, all became my family away from home. We were soon joined by Dr. Sabyasachi, and the group rediscovered its love for fantasy and thrillers! Just when we had started enjoying each other’s company, the dreaded pandemic hit the nation! Continuous duties with no access to transport, peak summer temperatures of Delhi, the rush in the COVID laboratories and the reporting room horrors became synonymous with life’s routine. The only hopeful questions echoed around- when will this end? Is this the end of the world? With the constant work, the tea and lunch breaks had to stop. Everyone was isolated, with the limited company of SRs and PGs at work. The COVID-19 phase declined and just when the public got rid of the marks, it all restarted again, worse than the first time. The management in COVID lab and reporting was done under the guidance of Jais sir (Dr. Manoj Jais, present HOD) with utmost sincerity and dedication. The duties in the department and the COVID-19 peak helped us appreciate each other’s company. The Delta and Omicron waves had passed and we hoped for life to resume its normal pace across the country. When we pay attention to the present moment, we can curb the impulse to be so forwardlooking, as all we can see is the stopwatch ticking down. Despite the tremendously testing times, it was the company of my lovely PGs, fellow SRs and the faculty of the Department of Microbiology, which made my years of learning fruitful and memorable. I found a family for life here. By: DR. ASHISH WILLIAMS SENIOR RESIDENT DEPT. OF MICROBIOLOGY Articles & Poems 43

Catherine sat down to narrate a bedtime tale to the little one. As she flipped through the pages, she remembered her mother's womb which was struggling not only to deliver per se, but was fighting against the growing shadows, with intentions of taking her away before she was born. In the shadows of malevolence, intentions darker than the night conspired, casting a veil over the innocent, weaving a tapestry of deeds that shrouded the light of compassion in the sinister dance of malevolent desires. She never asked to be killed before being born. But she was born. In the gentle embrace of dawn, life awakened from the slumber of existence, a symphony of light and hope painted the sky of each new day with the radiant hues of possibilities and the promise of endless beginnings. She never asked to be raised with compromises. In the relentless struggle for basic education, each obstacle she faced became a stepping stone, paving the path towards a brighter future where knowledge transcended barriers, empowering her with the light of opportunity. Every time she succeeded, she was patted with a gesture of being a son; every time she failed, she was regarded as being a girl, what more could she have done. She never asked to be perplexed about her identity. In the kaleidoscope of self-discovery, her heart's reflection danced amidst uncertainty, painted a canvas of courage where the brushstrokes of identity blurred, revealing the beauty of a soul exploring the spectrum of her true being. In the rhythmic cycle of womanhood, she struggled at the workplace to work with dignity and equality. She never asked to be judged for being a woman. And one day, in the quantum ballet of entanglement, particles choreographed a dance that defied distance and time. They twirled in unison of the interconnected poetry written in the fabric of the universe, where the steps of one resonated with the rhythm of another, bound by an invisible thread of entwined destiny. She was in love with the soul, and did not care whether it was a man or a woman. But her fate was decided by the churchyard keepers. She never asked to be married against her will. In the symphony of intimacy, her uncharted constellation of desires, a celestial dance that could unfold in the embrace of empowerment, within its radiant glow to discover the sshheenneevveerraasskkeeddVERVE 44

बहा र constancy of her own cosmos, shared harmony of connection to ignite the universe, where every melody that could have resonated with the celebration of passion was never sung. And now she had a little universe within her. Each heartbeat was a testament to the miracle of creation. In the gentle swell of life, she became the sculptor of existence, to craft the future where every sacrifice was a tender brushstroke of love, and each lullaby was a whispered promise. On the canvas of nurturing, she painted the masterpiece of a lifetime, her essence forever woven into the tapestry of her children's stories. And now the little Catherine took the book from the trembling hands to flip through the pages. BY : Meghanshi Rajput जश्न-ए-बहा र पला श में खि ली है। बज़्म-ए-या र में यह तकल्लफ़ु कैसा ? वफ़ा दो स्ती कहने से क्या रुफ़्ता से रफ्ता का सफ़र गहरा है क्या ? मेरे एहबा ब, यह मकुर्रर ता रुफ़ कैसा ? जश्न-ए-बहा र : spring बज़्म-ए-या र : Gathering of friends तकल्लफ़ु : formality रुफ़्ता : tranquility रफ्ता : lost एहबा ब : friend मकु र्रर : repeated ता रुफ़ : introduction Likewise, with the blooming of palash flowers in the season of spring, we used to nurture our friendship. But now, why is there a formality to the gathering of friends? Loyalty in friendship is not a mere saying. Have we lost a lot of things in the journey that started with tranquility? My friend, we have known each other for a long time, but why are we reintroducing ourselves each time, reinforcing our achievements and societal status? BY : Meghanshi Rajput Articles & Poems 45

क्क्यायायाया वोवोवोवो कर पापापापाएगीगीगीगी दूर आसमा न को अपनी तरफ झुका देख धरती थि रक थि रक कर चली उस ओर मंद मंद मुस्का ते हुए अपने सौं दर्य को फैला ते हुए पर क्या वो उसको मि ल पा एगी बहुत बा धा ओं के बा द वह पहुँची सुदूर फि र भी पा ती है अपनी मंज़ि ल अति दूर आगे बड़ती है धरती उसे छूने की लि ये पर अपनी को शि श ना का म है पा ती क्या वो हा र मा न जा यगी उसकी मंज़ि ल उसके है सा मने पर वो वहां तक नहीं है पहुँच पा ती वो अब है चिं ति त और अशां त क्या वो अपनी वि वशता समझ पा एगी और वो वहीं पर ठहर जा यगी धरती भी दृढ़ है अपने वि श्वा स पर वो फि र उठ कर चल देती है ना मुमकि न को मुमकि न करने असंभव को सम्भव करने क्या वो अपने उद्देश्य को पूरा कर पा ए क्या यह अचला हठ है या ना दा नी ये जो को शि श है आसमा न को छूने की ये जो अपने असा ध्य लक्ष्य को पा ने की यही तो वा स्तव में एक स्त्री का व्यक्ति त्व है जो अनन्त, असी म और प्रबल है उसने परा जि त हो ना नहीं सी खा उसने हता श हो ना नही सी खा वो जा नती है, कि जब तक वो उठ कर आगे चलती जा एगी वह असफल नहीं मा नी जा एगी वो फि र उठती है, चलती है, इस नि श्चय से मि लेगी वो एक दि न अपनी मंजि ल से उसके मन में फि र से उम्मी द जगती है फि र से वो इठला ते हुए चलती है उसे वि श्वा स है, उसकी मेहनत जरूर रंग ला एगी हाँ , और वो अपने सपने जरूर पूरे कर पा एगी BY : Dr. Sangeeta Purthi VERVE 46

गर्मीर्मीर्मीर्मी कीकीकीकी छुछुछुछुट्टिट्टिट्टिट्टियाँयाँयाँयाँ याँयाँ Dedicated to my Beeji (nani ji) & baauji (nanaji, whom I never saw). वो गर्मी की छुट्टि यों में दि ल्ली से बी जी (ना नी ) के घर जा ना , वो करना ल में रूक कर ठंडे पराँ ठे पर गो भी और आम का अचा र खा ना , वो पहुँच कर तंग गलि यों से फ़ि यट गा ड़ी का गुज़रना , वो मो हल्ले के चौं तरों पे बैठी सा री पड़ो सनों का आवा ज़ें लगा ना , वो ड्यो ढ़ी में बी जी की नरम सफ़ेद धो ती में लि पट जा ना , वो कड़कती गर्मी में ठंडी ठंडी शि कंजवी पी ना , वो मा मी की मंजी पर बैठ कर अपने नए छो टे भा ई से मि लना , वो गली के बच्चों के सा थ घंटों गि ट्टे, कंचे और पि ट्ठू खेलना , वो गली के हैंडपंप के नी चे छपक छपक कर नहा ना , वो बा लटि यों से पा नी भरके वेढ़े वा ले हौ ज में भरना , वो मा मा जी के सा थ स्कूटर पर आगे खड़े हो कर दुका न जा ना , और उनके टा इपरा इटर पर छो टी -छो टी उँगउँ लि याँ बजा ना , वो शा म को मो हल्ले की औरतों का अंगी ठी जला ने के लि ए बा हर आना , वो घर की बा रि यों से सबको को ने वा ले मंदि र जा ते देखना , वो बी जी का वेड़े में अंगी ठी पर सा ग-मक्की की रो टी बना ना , वो उनके पा स ज़मी न पर बैठ कर उनके हा थों से रो टी खा ना , वो जा ली वा ली लकड़ी की अलमा री से गा जर पा क और घि या पा क छुप छुप के खा ना , वो पैड़ि याँ चढ़ कर मुरले चबा रे में सब बच्चों का उधम मचा ना , वो बा ऊजी (ना ना जी ) के पुरा ने हा रमो नि यम पर बेसुरी आवा ज़ें बजा ना , वो पि छले चबा रे का बूहा बंद करके मम्मी और बी जी का घंटों फुसफुसा ना , वो रा त को छत पर मंजे चा रपा इयाँ लगा कर नी ची कंधें टा प कर पड़ो सि यों से गप्पें लड़ा ना , वो सवेरे ठंडी ठंडी खेसों के अंदर आँखें मूँद के सो ते रहना , और फि र… वो दि ल्ली वा पस जा ने वा ले दि न मम्मी और सब घरवा लों का फूट-फूट कर रो ना , वो मा मि यों का रा स्ते के लि ए मट्ठी , परौं ठी और लड्डू बां धना , वो बी जी का गा ड़ी के आसपा स पा नी छि ड़क कर अच्छे सफ़र की दुआ देना , वो नुक्कड़ पर पा पा का गा ड़ी मो ड़ना और फि र सबका ओझल हो जा ना , बचपन की वो मी ठी -मी ठी या दें, यूँ लगता है जैसे कल ही की बा त हो … By: LILY AGRAWAL (BATCH 1977) Punjabi word meaningsBaariyaan : windows Booha: door Chauntra: front entry Dyodhi: a sitting area Hauj: large water container made of stone Kandhan: walls Khes: quilt Murla chabara: front bedroom Paudian: stairs Pichhla chabara: back bedroom Verha: an open area/aangan कवि ता एँ 47