The blunt pain

The blunt pain that spreads,
Heavy as a rock, on the chest,
When you can’t cry,
Is the fear of losing.

It’s better to shed the pain,
Through tears, else will stay,
Forever as a nagging pain,
Growing into your brain.

None can stay forever,
But the fear of losing,
Is a nightmare than losing,
Anyone close to your heart.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Spicy South Indian Mutton Gravy


  • 1 Kg Chunks of Mutton
  • 8 Table Spoons of Vegetable Oil
  • Spices (4-5 Dry Chilles, 1/2 table spoon of fennel seeds, 1 piece of cinnamon, 4 cloves, 4 cardomon)
  • 3 Table Spoons of Ginger Garlic paste
  • 2 Table Spoons of Chilli Powder
  • 2 Table Spoons of Coriander Powder
  • ½ Table Spoon of Pepper Powder
  • ½ Table Spoon of Turmeric
  • 4 Tomatoes, finely chopped
  • 1 Onion, finely chopped
  • Curry Leaves
  1. Take a pressure that can hold 1 Kg Mutton gravy.
  2. Add 8 table spoons of vegetable oil and add the spices to the hot oil.
  3. Add 4 tomatoes and ginger garlic paste. Let the tomatoes blend with the spices. Add the chunks of mutton.
  4. Add the masala (chilli, coriander and turmeric).
  5. let the mutton cook with the masala for 4 whistles in the pressure cooker.
  6. Take a pan, add 2 table spoons of oil, fry the finely chopped onion and curry leaves.
  7. Garnish the gravy with the fried onions.

You can have this gravy with rice or wheat bread.

Everyone gave way!

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Truly stunned at the speed,
As It raced on the road, its siren,
Alerting others to give way,
For he lay fragile on a stretcher.

He always was amazed at it,
But sad he had to travel in it,
Because of his low oxygen level,
A life-threatening condition.

His little heart felt so happy,
With all attention, to travel in it,
A wonder vehicle for him,
That he was so fond of.

No more will he wonder,
About the ambulance,
Which is not a real wonder,
But just a very normal vehicle.

Kavitha Patchamalai



My giggling work partner

Mock each other for everything,
Funny is she who makes my day,
Giggling for the silly jokes,
That keeps us energetic all day long.

Waited for a long time to meet such one,
Who would make me laugh and cheer,
As I found a weird one just like me,
Joyful it is to be partners in silly crimes.

It’s funny to watch others wonder,
Why the hell we laugh texting,
Of nothing but the reality in workplace,
A sweet coated crowd in disguise.

Kavitha Patchamalai

She blushes!

She blushes at his sight,
The stranger who disturbs her,
Though he is not a friend,
A silent killer and an admirer.

Both try to draw a line,
That stops them from getting hurt,
For he can only be a stranger forever,
Her first stranger friend.

She tries to avoid him,
But regrets as he disappears,
Silly is she for her age,
Fails to hide her disappointment.

He brings out the youth in her,
As she smiles to herself,
For being an idiot to like him,
The stranger with a magnetic look.

Kavitha Patchamalai

The Majestic Doctor

Hundred percent accurate is his diagnosis,
Majestic is his presence, brimming with knowledge,
Assures you with true and positive facts,
And gives you hope for recovery.

Never does he scare you but ensures to give his care,
Instructs his juniors, guides them if wrong,
Giving the perfect treatment for the sick,
Proving his superior knowledge in medicine.

The parents wait to hear his words of hope,
For his words will never change,
Till the end, he is correct in every way,
Respect is all I have for those curing hands!

Kavitha Patchamalai

The stethoscope

Brainy is the apt word,
For the guy with a stethoscope,
In the ICU, two of his cases are critical,
Figuring out to cure the ill.

Focused and sharp is he,
Brings the sick out of the gorge,
With his expertise and experience,
That amazes me about his dedication.

Has the patients’ history in fingertips,
And executes his plan of action,
As per the protocol, with no fuss at all.
To lift the sick from the death bed.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Pneumococcal vaccination, a failure?

Inspite of getting pneumococcal vaccination, your child may get infected with Pneumonia. Pneumococcal vaccinations may not always prevent pneumonia caused by other agents.

The child will have mild cough and temperature but overnight will increase to constant 103 C. Repeated sponging, medicines and mild antibiotics will not help. Chest x-ray will be taken to confirm the severity.


The white patches called as consolidation is the liquid that fills the lung tissues instead of oxygen. The common symptoms include:

  • Continuous cough
  • High fever
  • Chills
  • Difficult breathing
  • Increase in heart rate
  • Decrease in oxygen saturation

The child refuses to intake food and water due to sore throat. When the antibiotics are not strong enough, the lung condition will worsen thereby putting your child bed ridden with less energy. The child will need to be in Intensive Care Unit to monitor the BP, pulse rate and O2 saturation. Pneumonia may affect one or both the lungs. When the lungs are filled with fluids, it loses its capacity to breathe well.

The doctors don’t wait for the sputum/blood tests but immediately start the next level antibiotics once in 12 or 6 hrs. Ventilator is much advised for O2 supply that reduces the patient’s strain on breathing thus maintaining oxygen saturation level. If there is accumulation of fluid outside the lungs called Pleural fluid that restricts the lungs to expand while breathing, the doctors may perform a procedure to drain some liquid and send for tests. If they find puss, tube will be inserted to drain it. It requires minimum 2-3 weeks to recover from pneumonia.

See also Pneumonia after Chemotherapy

Kavitha Patchamalai


Nursing! a noble profession

Caring hearts that flinch not,
For the wounds that bleed,
But care for the hands that shiver,
And for the crying eyes.

Daring is their heart that,
Jumps to save the dying,
Work as a team to cure,
And lift the weak from bed.

Helping the moaning one,
With care enough to ease,
Pain and distress of the ill,
As noble is their way towards work.

Kavitha Patchamalai

My Second Heart

You started your journey with me,
Within me, you did wonders,
Beating and traveling with me,
Those precious, ecstatic moments!

You reacted the way I did,
My flesh, and blood pumping fast,
As I thought how you would be,
Any time responding to my thoughts.

Out of all the blessings, you stand high,
The glittering jewel around my neck,
Outshining me, giving a perfect purpose,
To live for you, my dear second heart!

Kavitha Patchamalai