Shuddh Medico Romance

Dr Shambhavi Vashist, MBBS
Runs on puns and caffeine buns
Day one, wearing a coat so white,
You think it’s love at first sight!
Amid the humdrum of the Dissection Hall,
Out loud you say, “I’ll give you a call!”
And there it begins, my friend,
The love story where hearts and books blend.
Physiology lab, you become a stud,
“Here, you can take my drop of blood!”
Those library study sessions,
Revealing your core confessions.
Those endless phone calls,
Recounting the tales of lecture halls.
Those pathology slides and microscopes,
Recording each other in crowning stethoscopes.

She now likes the canteen’s chai and samosa,
He now agrees to sambhar and dosa.
The professor and his continuous roasting,
Gossiping about the minutiae of clinical posting.
The joy of passing together the exam,
Posting each other on Instagram.
The long nights as an intern,
Sharing patients’ stories that you learn.

These cute little details of MBBS,
That beat out your unrelenting stress.
You can date a lawyer, chef or a dancer,
But can a non-medico name all the bones? There is your answer!
You and your medical jargon,
Can that be a part of your love garden?
The love you have for scalpel and gloves,
Can a non-medico hear you rambling on about OR’s buzz?
You want to explain a perfect suture,
They might rethink their future!
You can talk about blood and stool,
But at the dinner table they feartable fear they might think you are a fool!
So, here’s to the love that buds in the hospital halls,
The romance that brews when the duty calls.
Should a medico date outside? Sure!
Until they feel your work is cool and never a bore.
Love that can bloom in a hospital round,
But professions, need not be bound by a bound.