Dr Dosti Regmi Blog

  Introvert’s world: Restorative bliss in a solitary niche. Dr Dosti Regmi Earlier, when I had visited a swimming pool in my neighborhood for a couple of times, I had observed people swimming, sunbathing and playing music and toasting beer for their health. But today’s visit was a bit different. Since winter had arrived, the swimming pool was deserted. No human could be seen there. Yet I found myself so much in peace. I laid in the sun, meditated on the ripple in the water and breezes in the trees. I felt at home, just like you feel at home, or say at your own home when the unwelcomed guests have left. It was brimming with a peaceful energy, the same peace that used to be abducted by the crowd during summer. I have always been choosy with friends since my childhood. I really enjoyed the comfort of a best friend at a point of my life. I was not outgoing but always found my peace in books. Most of the time I was comfortable with what I was, but I must admit that there were time...

After a lengthy late shift at the hospital, I was waiting for my Uber ride back home. As I stepped out into the warm Tennessee air, I noticed a black sedan pull up to the emergency entrance. The driver, an elderly African American woman with a warm and welcoming smile, greeted me with a twinkle in her eye. "Hello there, honey," she said, her voice filled with a deep, comforting South American drawl. "You've got yourself a mighty fine smile. It's good to see a smiling face." I couldn't help but return the compliment, telling her how her cheerful presence was exactly what I needed after a tough time in the hospital. As she was looking at the GPS for navigation, I asked her, “How was your day?” “I have been humming this beautiful song all my day. I must be happy.” I wanted to ask what she was happy about. Her looks as well as her reference to happiness and song reminded me of what Maya Angelou once said – A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sin...

We are taught to seek and not to savor. We are taught to chase and not to cherish. I stay still. The wind whispers at my ears, Sunshine kisses my face. But it is at my disposal to accept it but not to ask for more. It is at my disposal to welcome it but not to captivate it to stay for long. I am glad that it exists. I cannot guarantee that it persists.