Check out the ultimate guide to 16 return-to-work programs in India for women
A hilarious account of how the definition of the question 'What women want' has changed to 'Who women want'.
My Dear Mobile Phone
I proudly declare that I am completely into you and you are my Bae and my forever.
No more Sunday morning dodging with the vegetable vendors -Buying vegetables is just a click on Big basket away.
No more secretly wishing for a good looking guy/girl to take your next seat in the flight- Dating is just a right swipe away.
No more pleading your partner to capture the perfect you- The perfect you is just a selfie and few filters away.
No more waiting for the newspaper to arrive in the morning- The world is on your fingertips now.
No more frantic calls to friends/husband who drive a car for emergencies- Just Uber anytime, anywhere.
No more waiting in queues for sending money or paying bills- Paytm karo.
No more waiting to catch up long distance friends- Free Whatsapp calls/VC.
No more judging a prospective bride on her cooking skills- Good food is just a Swiggy away.
No more complaining husbands- Shopping is just one click on Amazon away.
No more looking out of the window to find out if it’s raining- Just look at your phone screen the weather update is mostly bang on.
No more winding your clock each night to set the alarm – Your cellphone is at your service.
No more complaining the husband doesn’t help with your child’s project work- Well ! Better ideas are just a Google away.
No more feeling lost in Salt lake (most confusing area of Kolkata) – Sector 1-200 is just a GPS away.
No more calling up people to check out what’s for dinner- It’s just a Facebook login away.
Did I forget to mention the lazy me needn’t walk up to the movie theatre to find out it’s a housefull- I always Bookmyshow.
You are all that I always wanted and You, Yes You will remain my forever.
Loyally yours Forever P. S. Please don’t ask anymore #WhatWomenWant #WhoWomenWant
Image via Pixabay
Esoteric read more...
This post has published with none or minimal editorial intervention. Women's Web is an open platform that publishes a diversity of views, individual posts do not necessarily represent the platform's views and opinions at all times.
Stay updated with our Weekly Newsletter or Daily Summary - or both!
I huffed, puffed and panted up the hill, taking many rest breaks along the way. My calf muscles pained, my heart protested, and my breathing became heavy at one stage.
“Let’s turn back,” my husband remarked. We stood at the foot of Shravanbelagola – one of the most revered Jain pilgrimage centres. “We will not climb the hill,” he continued.
My husband and I were vacationing in Karnataka. It was the month of May, and even at the early hour of 8 am in the morning, the sun scorched our backs. After visiting Bangalore and Mysore, we had made a planned stop at this holy site in the Southern part of the state en route to Hosur. Even while planning our vacation, my husband was very excited at the prospect of visiting this place and the 18 m high statue of Lord Gometeshwara, considered one of the world’s tallest free-standing monolithic statues.
What we hadn’t bargained for was there would be 1001 granite steps that needed to be climbed to have a close-up view of this colossal magic three thousand feet above sea level on a hilltop. It would be an understatement to term it as an arduous climb.
She was sure she was dying of cancer the first time her periods came. Why did her mother not explain anything? Why did no one say anything?
Sneha still remembers the time when she had her first period.
She was returning home from school in a cycle-rickshaw in which four girls used to commute to school. When she found something sticky on the place where she was sitting, she wanted to hide it, but she would be the first girl to get down and others were bound to notice it. She was a nervous wreck.
As expected, everyone had a hearty laugh seeing her condition. She wondered what the rickshaw-wallah thought of her. Running towards her home, she told her mother about it. And then, she saw. There was blood all over. Was she suffering from some sickness? Cancer? Her maternal uncle had died of blood cancer!
Please enter your email address