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We live in a digital world today and this digital age provides a lot of opportunities to most of us as long as we decide to meet it head on. My contribution to this formidable era has been quite insignificant till a thought prompted me to take on creative writing. So writing a blog seemed the simplest. It definitely was as long as I never got down writing it. There was a rapid fire of ideas for the topic on which I should choose to write on but, seriously speaking nothing concrete came on this page. A trash of can was the real beneficiary swelling day after day with sheets of torn paper.

Nevertheless, determined as I was of dishing out a wonderful piece, my venture undiminished by my grit, enthusiasm and passion to be a solopreneur, I walked the lonely road ahead.

Professionally I have been a dentist (yes! I continue to be one today too), my seniors said dentistry is “Art and Science”. Well now I think that everything is art and science including writing this blog stuff. If one does not like my writing (Art) one does not see it and the alchemy of words that I use make it a lesser known science. Wow! That makes my indulgences in a sister profession to a certain extent quite daring.

Am I looking for a new niche other than dentistry and hiding behind this façade of blog writing. I am not sure whether I would like it to be my profession or hobby or just a fleeting reference. Suddenly my cellphone rings and my nursing staff inform me of a waiting patient. I close the page and computer and gather myself to be in my clinic downstairs. One thing is damned certain

“Love you Dentistry just as Love you Zindagi”

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  1. UnknownApril 2, 2020 at 12:17 PM

    Seems just like a humble beginning to a series of life enriching, experience ridden pieces of texts.. 😄😄

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