I couldn't follow my love of literature as a young student, and took up medicine as I was expected to. But now, after so many years, I am doing it.

Naming a baby, especially your baby, can be so difficult if you have not already decided on a name. A mother shares her hilarious story.

They revelled in each other's comfort. This was a love that was mutual. A love from one who needed it so badly to some who could never hope to receive it.  

What do you do when you know exactly how a story would turn out in the end? Either you choose to respond to your awareness of the truth or leave it to chance. 

From the chill of winter mornings, to eating ice creams in hot summer afternoons, to the smell of wet earth in the rains, here's to loving each season for the joys it brings.