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When I was in grade one, a girl in my class was bullied by other classmates, including a few girls and boys. They’d pull her hair, slap her, and she’d cry while running faster. They would then chase her. Nobody else noticed. She never complained either. They insisted me to join them, and I did for a few days and then final exams arrived, followed by summer vacations. While the holidays of two-and-a-half months were still going on, I self-reflected as a six-and-a-half-year

Over a decade and a half ago, I, along with a few others, went out to explore shops that were selling laptops in retail in a city where I freshly relocated. I remember a salesperson came forward to show me some, and I told him straight, “We aren’t buying now!”. The one who was accompanying me said, “Why did you tell him that directly? Do you think he will show interest now?”. Welcome to the world of archers! They say and act in a certain way without intending meanness, only t

We often read stuff about Indians' obsession with having male children, and reasons why it is so. They tell us about ongoing cruelty happening around the world against women and girls, such as assaults, dowries, concerns about their safety, and all kinds of financial burdens they think girl children bring, considering them as the weaker sex. But they fail to see why this very mentality keeps on reinforcing decade after decade, despite making laws about sex determination an

Some years ago, I wrote about the life lessons that I learned in my late twenties, not on my own website but on another firm’s where I worked. They gave me freedom to express, and I really explored a lot of topics. So, another idea popped up in my mind on why not write about things that I learned in my thirties and compare these two later on to evaluate how much I have done the inner work. It would have been soothing to see whether I keep the same mentality, or dumped some pa

When I watched the Bollywood movie “Rockstar” several years ago upon its release, the concept of being doomed enough in personal life to actually compose a melodious song was foreign to me. I did not get it. Why would someone have to be miserable in their private life to write an outstanding song! This doubt was settled when I began to journal from the core of my heart. Having my share of tragedies in my past, such as childhood trauma, bullying, infertility, miscarriage, e

Over six months ago, something dramatic happened in my life so much so that it pushed me over the edge. All of my past traumas and wounds I buried long ago came back on the surface. My plan to write about teachers has been dormant for almost three to four years. The reason why I didn’t write was that there wasn’t anything I could properly draft into a publishable piece, not because I get scared by people’s reactions. The narrative to respect teachers is all over the place eve

I remember when I was around five years old, people would often say to my mom, “She is extremely skinny.”. Most Indians in my surroundings have normalised body shaming for decades, and reacting to their comments has been considered rude. One is expected to embrace this toxicity, else be prepared to being cornered.

Few years ago, I watched a movie The Butterfly Effect, and it shifted my perspective on the circumstances we encounter in general.

(This post contains affiliate links. As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases - meaning if you click a link and buy something, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you.) Between 2012 and 2013, I was in a cosmopolitan city for internship that was required for the final semester of my Master's degree. I then hopped between places in the same city pursuing various certification courses, interviewing, etc. with an intent to get a good job and start a c

A couple of weeks ago, I saw this theme in a newspaper about women and girls whether they are safe, how far we have come, or to how much ext

The question “What is love?” brings me back to childhood memories of the Bollywood film Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. Who asks this question in an edu

In the last week of October 2024, my childhood best friend expired. She was struggling with Muscular Dystrophy.

Here comes the month of October, as I am writing this. It is also known as Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. It’s a dark and extremely painful journey for those who has had this. I still wonder how my life would have been if I hadn’t miscarried. Don’t get me wrong. I embrace my present motherhood and feel terrifically blessed to have a 2-year-old girl sleeping beside me being breastfed. But when I came to know that October is pregnancy and infant loss awareness month

Become a parent and begin to witness being shamed for anything or everything. In fact, it is more common for mothers as compared to fathers. The bar for men is so low that if they do bare minimum, it’s celebrated. If they do more than just a thing or two, you are a lucky wife and mom. It’s that uncommon. The men of Gen X assumed themselves as kings of their house. So, the children’s welfare was solely put on mother’s shoulders except the finances. If the child did anything th

I don’t know how to articulate this but there are often times when I say something to anybody and they get offended. To my knowledge, I am completely in my neutral voice tone with objective facial expressions. To simplify, I look more like a fictional character, Wednesday Addams. But, since she is in a fantasy series, everyone adores her peculiar nature; few guys want to date her, and her roommate wants to remain best friends with her. This is not the case when we deal with p

I was originally writing a blog post on why a couple do not choose to adopt an orphan child. It turned out that there were countless points.

Struggling to conceive for years? Why don’t you just adopt a child? You will help an orphan to get a healthy household. Wouldn’t it be great

Each year whenever International Women’s Day arrives, I always try hard to think about a good blog that could be written. But nothing crosse

I have always loved milk and other types of dairies like butter, cheese, clarified butter (ghee), cream, ice cream, etc. as long as I can re

I am sure that many Indian adults can relate but won't be able to recognize that toxic parenting exists and here are the signs to look for.