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 →
“Home is where the heart is” This is a saying that has a lot of depth. This is also a saying which didn’t make sense to me until four years back. No, I was not homeless until then. I had… Continue Reading →
There are some friends who are not just people you have fun with, but also people who you are proud of. When I say proud, people might immediately think I am talking about someone who accomplished something huge and gained… Continue Reading →
Lucky are those women who find their best friend in their husband. Luckier are those women who find their husband in their best friend. I’m happy that I belong to the second category of luckier ones. This day, ten years… 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 →
For the last few days I have been seeing multiple people share a news article about how the Delhi Imam’s son is going to marry a Hindu girl. The people who shared this were very happy about how this has… 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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