#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
My gratitude to these authors in whose books I found a lost part of me.
So every time someone asks me who am I or I am required to write about myself, I am completely lost. A kindergarten kid would answer that question with much more clarity than me. For the various labels that I carry of being a mother, a wife, a daughter, a women, an analyst, a writer, and such, I am in a constant search fo myself. Sometimes in the school bag, sometimes on the kitchen counter, sometimes in the bedroom and sometimes in the boardroom.
But one place where this search always culminates (and begins too) is in the leaves of a good book. So heres me expressing my gratitude to the authors of three favourite books that helped me sail through yet another year.
Khalid Hosseini: If it wasn’t your Kite Runner, I would have never tried to rekindle a broken relationship or called a long lost friend living oceans apart or never smiled through trivial ego clashes for the sake of someone dear. I love you for bringing back to my dictionary words like thank you, sorry, confession, acceptance and redemption.
Mitch Albom: I love you for sharing your Tuesdays with Morrie. How else would have I understood the value of life with its everyday blessings. Only a dying man could show how blessed are the ones with working limbs, with the views of birds and gardens around, with the love of friends and family we take for granted. And how little is the time to dance and sing and to fill each second meaningfully by touching another life.
Khalil Gibran for his ageless classic in the form of The Prophet. Which even after a century stays so fresh, so relevant. Through joys and sorrows, through pains and prayers, through miseries and laughters, through passion and reason, this one book has always been and will always be the perfect mentor.
All in all my gratitude to these authors in whose books I found a lost part of me.
Image via Pixabay
I am a stay-at-home mom, an avid reader and sometimes an impulsive writer. Otherwise an MBA, having served in the position of a business analyst at a renowned MNC for a couple of 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!
Can you believe this bloke compelled me to wear only saris - full time at home- till the eighth month of my pregnancy?! The excessive heat coupled with humidity made my life miserable.
Recently when I browsed an interesting post by a fellow author on this very forum I had a sense of déjà vu. She describes the absolutely unnecessary hullabaloo over ladies donning nighties and /or dupatta –less suits.
I wish to narrate how I was in dire straits so far wearing a ‘nightie’ was concerned.
I lived in my ultra orthodox sasural under constant surveillance of two moral guardians (read Taliban) in the shape of the husband’s mom and dad. The mom was unschooled and dim-witted while the dad was a medical practitioner. But he out-Heroded the Herod in orthodoxy.
My supervisor introduced me as a valuable member of the team, emphasizing my skills and contributions rather than focusing on my gender identity. This simple act set the tone for my experience in the workplace.
As a transwoman navigating the corporate world, I had encountered my fair share of discrimination and challenges. Transitioning without the support of my parents and having limited friendships in my personal life made the journey difficult and lonely. However, when I stepped into the office, something remarkable happened, I left behind the stress and negativity, embracing a space where I could truly be myself.
Joining the marketing team as a graphic designer, I was initially apprehensive about how my colleagues would react to my gender identity. But to my surprise, the atmosphere was welcoming and respectful from day one. My supervisor, Sarah, introduced me as a valuable member of the team, emphasizing my skills and contributions rather than focusing on my gender identity. This simple act set the tone for my experience in the workplace.
As I settled into my role, I discovered that my colleagues went out of their way to make me feel comfortable and included. They consistently used my correct name and pronouns, creating an environment where I could be authentically me. Being an introvert, making friends wasn’t always easy for me, but within this workplace, I found a supportive community that embraced me for who I truly am. The workplace became a haven where I could escape the stresses of my personal life and focus on my professional growth.
Please enter your email address