Mira Saraf was born in Canada, grew up in New Delhi, and went to a British School half her life, and an American school the other half which has, as a result, made her grammar and spellings decidedly confused. She spent 15 years in the United States and Canada, with a short stint in Italy in between, and returned to India in 2013. She now works in sales and marketing for a family business and lives in Mumbai.
Marriage seems to be a given in Indian society, but here's a radical thought - could singlehood be an alternative way to be happily-ever-after; be single by choice?
The author feels that being angry about things doesn't work, because those we need to change stop listening. Being a rare feminist who feels this, she speaks of an identity crisis.
"I lived with Bhabi from the time I was three years old," reminisces Mira Saraf about her grandmother, "There was no home without Bhabi."
Our feelings can sometimes get the better of us, and there might not be a logical reason for them. Then how does one take control back from them?
The worst thing to happen is not being alone, but being in a relationship with the wrong person, so cherish your freedom, says Mira Saraf, in a warm, insightful personal post.
No one can guarantee a relationship, but was that a reason to doubt myself and be terrified instead of being happy that I had met a man I liked and who cared for me?
Cycling is supposed to one of those things we never forget. So the author tried her luck after a 15 year hiatus, in a country where cycling was almost mandatory for everyone. What happened?
Society expects a young Indian woman to be 'settled' by a certain age, by which they mean married, and with kids, so I get asked all sorts of very intrusive questions.
The author writes about the really hard time her boss gave her at one of her early jobs, and wonders about the continuum between failure and sabotage - where does one end and the other begin?
Reading this very honest personal account by Mira Saraf about puberty, the first period, and sex ed at school, makes us realise that we've often forgotten our own horror, and the awkwardness we went through.
Anxiety had been an issue all her life, but it was dating a controlling man that finally pushed her over the brink, and only a clean break helped. A personal account.
As an independent, working woman in a civilised society, I expect to feel safe when I go out with a man. I don't have to justify WHY I don't want to have sex.
A stirring account of how a woman is tired of being in relationship with the 'wrong men'.
Setting up a home in Mumbai, this single woman discovers the obstacles of jugaad and Indian Stretchable Time. A hilarious narrative.
I was shamed for my body as a painfully awkward teen, and it took me a long while to climb out of the dark place it pushed me into. Here's my story.
Get our weekly mailer and never miss out on the best reads by and about women!