My journey with Public Health started with a bad luck: when I was small, I often got sick. Every such time, my mother took me to the city hospital, which was three kilometers far from my house. I still remember we wriggled through a horde of patients and their relatives in the lobby and waited for hours just for a quick check-up. By that time, I used to ask my mom why we would not go to the Community Health Station (CHS) – a primary healthcare facility – located just a few steps from my house? As she told me that there was no doctor there, I promised myself that I would become one and work in that Health Station to take care of people in my neighborhood.
I kept living with that dream until I was in the eighth class when I participated in a
I kept living with that dream until I was in the eighth class when I participated in a