Every day I come across dozens of trolls or memes depicting the sorry situation of guys who have been “friendzoned”. What makes my blood boil is how they talk as if guys have the sole ownership of this miserable land…. Continue Reading →
I’m probably posting something like this for the zillionth time, only because people still don’t seem to understand my message. All my life I’ve listened to people making stupid comments about my weight and physique. But after giving birth to… Continue Reading →
The day I reached back home with Vedu, I was so upset about the state the apartment was in, even though Hari had done his best to keep it as clean as possible. I was highly irritable and kept getting… Continue Reading →
The nightmare that parenthood can turn into presented to us in the form of intense colic that Vedu started suffering from the middle of the second week. My family had gone back and Hari and I were left with a… Continue Reading →
My baby girl, Vedu (Veda actually) is sleeping in her crib by my side. We crossed the 3-month hurdle, or the dreaded fourth trimester as they call it, on 3rd April. And now would be a good time to finally… Continue Reading →
There is something that has been baffling me for some time now – a disclaimer that I’ve seen as part of a lot of posts from women – “I’m not a feminist.” The irony is that all these posts have… Continue Reading →
I was listening to one of my relatives tell me how her daughter was unnecessarily anxious of her future and desperate to be the best in others’ eyes. I was thinking of my trainees when she talked. As a trainer… Continue Reading →
A few weeks back, while clearing out some of my stuff, I happened to stumble on a piece of paper that has been with me for 8 years. It was a wish list I had created as part of a… Continue Reading →
I have never been a head turner. I still am not; at least I wasn’t until I reached my hometown this time. But after going for a walk here the other day, I’ve started wondering if I have become one… Continue Reading →
It is not Mother’s day; it is not my mother’s birthday either. There is no special occasion as such. But I just feel like writing about my mother. It was last year that I wrote about my father. At that… Continue Reading →
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