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Why Stories?

Because I need to tell them and I need to hear what others have to say. I need to get out of my little shell and explore. Because my life isn’t your life nor your thoughts mine. You don’t share my experiences, my way of life, or my religion. There are doors I want to open that I never knew existed. I want to hear new voices and opinions, concordant and discordant. Pretty and not so, often downright ugly. So many worlds exist within this world. I love me a good story.

Maybe you’d like to read some of my stories? If so check them out here.

Podcast: HealthWise and Author Talk with Simi K. Rao Episode #1


Hi friends!

Announcing my podcast- HealthWise and Author Talk with Simi K. Rao. It’s another way I’d like to connect with my readers, have some in depth discussions about my books and medicine and more!

In the first episode I talk about my journey as a writer and a physician and I share my personal experience taking care of patients with COVID 19. Hope you will like it.

The podcast is available on multiple platforms such as Anchor.fm; Spotify;Breaker; RadioPublic and others.

Please listen, follow and subscribe. You can leave your thoughts here or at any of my social media sites.


Please read the associated blog posts mentioned in this podcast: An Unprecedented Time and COVID 19- an overview.

Links to all my social media sites can be found here: simikrao.carrd.co

Shaking the Family Tree: Opening the Toolbox

opening the toolbox


I was handed a toolbox to build a new life

A gift freely given to alleviate strife

It contained all I needed to repair and reclaim

A flickering spirit in search of a flame.

How many tools do you have in your toolbox? Is it time to add a few more?

In the beginning, I depended on just three essentials to lay my foundation: Meetings, sponsorship, and the twelve steps.

The meetings were the brick and mortar that gave me a sure footing in order to navigate the peaks and valleys that stretched ahead. They provided a temporary shelter that housed a support system, where my equilibrium could be restored. Inside the rooms of AA, reconstruction was soon underway. Old ideas and beliefs that tethered me to my distorted view about the disease of alcoholism were swiftly replaced by new concepts, ones that promised hope instead of damnation. I learned that recovery, once I had put the drink down would be a choice available even to me. All I had to do was keep coming back and listen to folks who shared with me, the heartache of their addiction, and more importantly the miracle of their recovery.

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‘A Book must be the Axe for the Frozen Sea Inside us’ – Franz Kafka


When Franz Kafka wrote to his friend Oskar Pollak ‘ I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us…We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into the forests far from everyone, like a suicide.’ He was probably referring to his works, and the one which stands out the most is THE METAMORPHOSIS.

To attempt to analyze this short literary marvel would be a mistake, it’d be enough to say that every ‘thinking’ person should check it out at sometime or other. The tale in true Kafkaesque style brings our worst nightmare to reality, thereby making us realize that there exists another life that we all lead–the one in our dreams that we seldom give much importance to. Anyone could relate to this at once beautiful, comical, painful and wistful story of an ordinary man who wakes up one day to find himself transformed into an insect.

Why Write?

My answer to that question will begin with another one—-Why read?

Yes, I believe that both these activities are intimately entwined. One cannot exist without the other.

And the credit goes entirely to my late father. Right from the time when he handed me my first book, back in New Delhi when I was perhaps 7 or 8 years old, I was hooked.

My first ‘real’ book was ‘Black Beauty’ by Anna Sewell— the story about a beautiful black horse with a white star on his forehead. I was enamored right away and must have read it several times over. It was a very personal story and narrated so well that I could feel exactly what he was feeling and it made me cry. Then there were others like ‘The Tales of Robin Hood and his Merry Men’ with the message of good triumphs over evil cleverly delivered through the thrill of adventure; ‘Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde’– the perennially relevant account of two diametrically opposite personalities which we all have encountered within us at sometime or other; ‘King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table’– tales of myth and magic which continue to fascinate us even now, and many many more.

I think ever since then, I have harbored a fondness for telling stories, though it was only realized a couple of years ago, when after seeing and hearing about the atrocities that women go through, especially immigrants like me from my country, I was inspired to write my first book. And I owe it all to my father. Thank you Daddy!

My first Book. I still treasure it!