Blogs

Author: Jhilmil Rathore (Student Volunteer) | 21st February, 2026 Footpaths in India are legally a pedestrian’s fundamental right (Article 226), designed for safe walking. In several investigative pieces by Newslaundry (An independent media organisation) a disturbing but familiar reality of urban India is laid bare: footpaths in residential areas—especially in so-called “posh” colonies of Delhi—are no longer […]

Author: Rajni Nagar (Consultant, Special Education) | 14th Feb 2026 In an increasingly interconnected world, tolerance for diversity is not just a value, but a necessity for harmonious coexistence. Embracing this essential quality allows us to build inclusive communities, reduce conflict, and unlock the immense potential that varied perspectives bring to society. Among us are

Author: Dr Monika (HOD Occupational Therapy and Joint Head Administration, NRF) | 7th February, 2026 Winter Bliss Post – Diwali usually signifies the onset of winters in North India. The chill in the air becomes noticeable early in the morning and late at night. The aroma of roasted groundnuts and sweet potatoes, piping hot tea

“My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.”
―Ernest Hemingway
Almost six months ago, NRF authors decided that they needed to be ‘heard’ too. Not just by their patients or colleagues, but by the community in general. A series of good quality professional narratives that went unnoticed only because they were not getting published, could not be a deterrent. After all, we were not just qualified professionals but also experienced ‘hands’ working in the field of rehabilitation for many years.
After much deliberation, we revisited the question burning within us – “Why not blogs”? They were articles that covered various topics of interest, with a casual undertone and an ideal platform for the NRF team to articulate their thoughts and passions.
Then came the discussion on the ‘name’. NeuroConnect existed as NRF’s online awareness platform – a runaway hit from Episode 1. We needed to ponder over another cognate. An elegant logo was designed; backdrop modified just a little; feel and spirit of NeuroConnect was retained yet we had something new ; NEUROVOICE was born thus on 30 August 2025.

Author: Mihika (Child Guidance Counsellor) | 24th January 2026 One afternoon I noticed that I was talking to myself while doing something completely ordinary. It was not a dramatic moment, not a crisis- just a gentle flow of instructions, reassurance and mild self- reflection. “Okay, one thing at a time…others after that.” I stood still,

Author: Dr Chittranshi Kaushik, Speech-Language Pathologist | 17th January, 2026 Recently, while waiting at a food counter, I noticed a male staff member announcing order numbers in a noticeably high-pitched voice. As he spoke, people around him laughed, whispered, and even mimicked his voice. He continued his work quietly, but his discomfort was evident. What

Author: Jhilmil Rathore (Student Volunteer) | 10th January, 2026 Slow living today has turned into an aesthetic, a trend, something people “schedule” into their lives. But if you strip away all the curated imagery and the performative activities—baking, reading, pottery, journaling—slow living is nothing more than having the space to sit with yourself and your

Author: Jhilmil Rathore (Student Volunteer) | 3rd January, 2026 A terrace is one of the most open spaces in an Indian home, yet it ends up holding the most. It absorbs what the house cannot—truths that don’t fit inside small rooms, emotions that feel too loud for shared walls, and parts of ourselves that have

Author: Dr Monika (HOD Occupational Therapy and Joint Head Administration, NRF) | 27th December, 2025 Today, was special. I taught a student of Occupational Therapy. It was special in many ways because after years I did something that I thought I would always do, every day for the rest of my life. So, why did

Author: Jhilmil Rathore (Student Volunteer) | 20th December 2025 The graduation photos look like a promise. Everyone in a neat line, tassels caught mid-swing, faces lit with that strange, exhausted joy but except I felt the lack of it. There’s a particular kind of terror that arrives after you cross that stage. It’s unlike what