💖 The Love Story of Dr. Chari: A Love Without Which He Cannot Live....

🌿 Dr. Chari and His First Love

“Dr. Chari, you’re a hippopotamus… an ignoramus!”

His friends laughed, shaking their heads.

“To throw away a lucrative practice in the big city—corporate hospitals, international opportunities—and come here?

To struggle in a dusty, semi-rural town, treating rustic folk?”

Chari only smiled. He had grown used to such lampoons.

For they did not know his secret.

Long, long ago, when he was still in SSLC, a wise Swamiji had placed a hand on his head and whispered:

“Son, search for happiness. Do something you love.”And Chari did.

He found his first crush. His first love.

A love so great, he could live with it.

But without it, he could not live at all.

That love was Medicine.

Not medicine as pills and prescriptions, but as the art of healing, a holistic way others would envy.

For Chari did not just love Medicine.

He loved people. And Medicine was his way of loving them.

Every fever he treated, every wound he stitched, every tear he wiped—it was not work. It was worship.

So while his friends counted profits, Chari counted smiles.

While others built empires, he built bonds.

He never forgot the Swamiji’s words—and never betrayed his first love.

And he had a hundred anecdotes to prove it.

Like the time an old farmer, bent with age, walked for miles just to bring him a sack of groundnuts. The farmer had no money to pay, but he said, “Ayya, you cured my wife’s fever when I had given up hope. I cannot pay your fees, but I can share my harvest.”

Or the time a child with pneumonia, nearly gasping for breath, recovered under his care.

 Years later, that same child, grown into a man, stood before him with tears, saying, “Sir, if not for you, I would not be here to see my own daughter born.”

Each healing was not just a cure — it was a love letter, written back to him by life itself.

Because love, true love, is not something you “choose.”It is something that chooses you.

And Dr. Chari, quietly, humorously, resolutely, chose to live inside that love.

Dr. Chari often jokes:

“Yes, yes, Medicine is a jealous wife. She demands all my time, energy, and even my dreams. But she has also given me the greatest gift of all — the joy of being useful to another human being.”

He pauses and adds, with quiet conviction:

“In the end, my friends, money fills pockets.

But love — only love — fills the heart. And my first love will always be Medicine.”

✨ A story not of sacrifice, but of joy.

Not of loss, but of finding.

A mission. A calling. A love that became a life.

✨ A story of love, a mission, a calling — lived out daily in Ponmanipudi’s little hospital.