Stethescope & Secret Vows

The (Un) Professional Samyukta Kapoor

Samyukta  Kapoor didn’t see herself as the lead actress in anyone’s story, least of all her own. She was a little too shy for the spotlight but far too talkative to hide in the background. She loved spending time with her friends, yet too much socializing drained her, leaving her desperate for some alone time.

Today, though, calm was out of the question. It was 8 a.m., and she was already late—again. Clutching her unzipped backpack, she raced down the street with her scarf flapping like a cape, only to realize mid-sprint that she was wearing two different shoes: one sneaker, one sandal.

“Oh, seriously?” she muttered, glancing down in disbelief. She’d been in such a hurry she hadn’t even noticed. Her phone buzzed, and she fumbled to answer it while still running.

“Sam , you didn’t leave the hostel in that getup, did you?” her best friend Sneha voice teased on the other end.

Samyukta  groaned. “Don’t start, Sneha. I’m five minutes from class, wearing two different shoes, and I have zero dignity left for today.”

Sneha laughed. “Only you could pull off an accidental fashion disaster with this much style.”

Just then, Samyukta  realized she had ten missed calls from her mother. Her mom had been reminding her for weeks to be more “graceful” and “put together,” which were the last words anyone would use to describe Samyukta , queen of accidental chaos.

“I should be a morning person,” she told herself, catching her breath outside the college entrance. “I should start my day gracefully, like a mature adult.”

As she rushed through the crowded hallways, dodging clusters of students.

Graceful. Right. Samyukta ’s only consistent first impression was “accidental circus performer.” Last week, she’d managed to spill chai on her notes, trip over her own feet while exiting class, and accidentally elbow her professor during rounds. All in the same day. She’d earned a reputation for being a bit of a klutz, and she wore it like a badge of honor—awkward but endearing.

**Late Arrival, Early Embarrassment**

Sliding into her seat just as the professor started his lecture, Samyukta  tried to make herself as invisible as possible, but her entrance hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Kapoor, gracing us with her presence,” the professor remarked, his tone only half-amused as he eyed her mismatched shoes.

Samyukta ’s cheeks turned pink as a few snickers rose from the class. “It’s, um, a new style. Very cutting-edge,” she replied with an awkward grin, pretending confidence she didn’t quite feel.

Her friend Sneha snorted beside her, covering her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. Samyukta  sank down in her seat, silently cursing herself.

But honestly, what was one more funny mishap? If anything, her clumsiness kept college interesting. Over time, her friends had become used to her minor catastrophes, and some even looked forward to them. She couldn’t help it—she was like a magnet for mishaps. Yet somehow, they always seemed to leave her laughing, along with anyone lucky enough to witness them.

**The Evening of Embarrassments**

By evening, Samyukta  had resigned herself to a day of minor disasters. She found herself laughing along with her friends as they teased her about her shoe fiasco,

“Hey, at least I’m memorable,” she joked, shrugging. “Just maybe not for the right reasons.”

As her friends broke into laughter, Samyukta  couldn’t help but feel grateful. For all her quirky mishaps, her friends adored her. Her life might be a series of awkward, funny moments, but she had the best people around to share them with—and to remind her that being herself, imperfectly graceful, was exactly enough.

The end of her first year was approaching, and Samyukta  was ready for a break. Her phone buzzed with a reminder from her mother:

Mom:“Don’t forget to pack for the wedding! Your cousin’s big day is coming up, and I expect you to look your best.”

Samyukta  chuckled to herself. Her mom was always on top of things, especially when it came to weddings. It wasn’t just about dressing up for the occasion—it was about showing up for the family, looking “proper,” and, of course, fielding the usual well-meaning but awkward questions from relatives about her life plans.

Her friends, Sneha and Arohi, had their own thoughts about the wedding. Sneha, the spontaneous and unpredictable one, had already texted her multiple times about the various gossip she’d need to share. Arohi, on the other hand, was far calmer, offering only a soft chuckle and teasing, “Don’t get lost in all the drama, Samyukta .”

The last few days of her semester were hectic, but Samyukta  managed to wrap up everything just in time. Packing her things, she made sure to include a beautiful traditional outfit for the wedding. She could already feel the familiar rush of excitement and nervousness—coming home meant catching up with old friends, dealing with relatives’ questions, and, of course, enduring the countless comments on her life choices.

As the day of her departure neared, Samyukta  said goodbye to her friends at the campus gates. They were both already planning their own adventures for the break, but they promised to keep in touch.

“Make sure to give us a blow-by-blow account of all the wedding drama!” Sneha called out, grinning.

“I’m sure it’ll be a lot of food and family speeches,” Samyukta  teased, waving goodbye. “But don’t worry, I’ll keep you updated.”

As she boarded the train to head home, Samyukta  settled into her seat, glancing out the window as the city faded into the distance. She was looking forward to spending time with her family and catching up with her cousins—especially with the wedding coming up. But even more than that, she was ready to enjoy a break from her hectic medical routine and recharge for the semester ahead.

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