#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
Smita Das Jain is a writer by passion who writes every day. Samples of her writing are visible in the surroundings around her — her home office, her sunny terrace garden, her husband’s car and the kitchen napkins. Her award-winning short stories have been published in several anthologies and platforms around the globe, including Auroras and Blossoms, Writefluence, Penmancy, Women’s Web, Twist and Twain and StoryMirror. She was felicitated with a top literary award in her country for her debut short story collection ‘A Slice of Life: Every Person Has A Story.’
In another world, when she is not writing, Smita is a Personal Empowerment Life Coach and Executive Coach enabling busy professionals unhappy in their jobs to find time to transform their passions into professions so that they work because they want to, not because they have to. Before being a coach, Smita was a Strategy professional with more than fourteen years of experience in leadership roles at Fortune 500 companies. She is an IIM Indore and SRCC alumna and holds a diploma from Columbia Business School. Smita lives with her rockstar husband and adorable twelve-year-old daughter at their home in Gurugram, India. You may find more about Smita at https://www.lifecoachsmitadjain.com/ and https://www.smitaswritepen.com/
Maya could see Seema’s discomfort and frustration and couldn’t take it anymore, “Excuse me, Doctor,” she interjected, “I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk to a patient like that."
Did I fail my child by being a working mother? Or did the medical community fail my daughter and her parents with its misogynistic biases and lack of empathy?
Most of my women clients are caregivers—as mothers, wives and daughters. And so, they tend to feel guilty about their ambitions. Belief in themselves is hard to come by.
I have always heard my mother say that a woman is incomplete without a man. That's what society would like women to believe.
“What is a woman’s job, Ramesh? Taking care of parents-in-law, husband, children, home and things at work—all at the same time? She isn’t God or a superhuman."
Mythili Chengapa is a mompreneur and founder of an integrated centre for autistic children in Cambodia, SmileStones. What's her story?
I was dissatisfied in my 14 year stint in a corporate job, so in March 2021 I resigned from work that now felt meaningless, and moved in the direction of Executive and Life Coaching.
Now her cup of woes was packed to the brim, and the stress was starting to affect her work. She was also tired of being made to feel apologetic about her work commitments.
Mostly Normal is a book of innocence, longing, filial love, angst and acceptance, encapsulating a gamut of human emotions within its lightweight edifice. The book touches the human heart and will stay with you.
Put yourself in Rannvijay’s shoes. How does it feel? You suggested not to tell him about today. Even if I don’t, he will know something is amiss.
“The medical policy covers the employee’s husband and children. There is no provision for your ..err.. same-sex partner as per the company’s policy,” the representative said.
People often ask me whether I feel sad about not having a ‘normal’ child. No, I don’t; I am fortunate to have an adorable daughter like you.
In an unequal world with fewer women in the workforce, and facing gender pay gaps everywhere, negotiating salary can be an essential skill.
For years I had been running around trying to be a perfect wife, employee, manager, daughter, daughter-in-law, and mother, not necessarily in that order.
"I earn three lakh rupees a month. Since you have asked me to quit my job after marriage, I would want this much money from you every month for myself."
“A woman has to work harder than a man in the same job to prove her worth. Having a career doesn’t make me a bad wife and mother.”
Distraught at the birth of yet another girl child, her father abandoned them soon after Kankana was born. Her mother had worked two shifts and yet not let her children feel the absence of a father.
Rashmi was aware that the path ahead would be formidable; but she was determined to #breakthebias against herself as a working mom.
It was Kiran’s turn to be quiet. She had never imagined a situation where her husband would ask her to help him out. Her mind drifted to that awful day three years ago.
“Your primary responsibility is to our family, Priya. Anyway, this is a temporary situation and will become redundant when work from office resumes. Until then, learn to adjust."
“You are not serious, right? You are about to graduate from one of the most prestigious colleges in the country and say you don’t want to work. Ridiculous. I mean, why study in the first place?”
“We sleep in each other’s arms every night and spend quality time during the weekends. Why is it necessary for me to be free and with you, every time that you are?”
“We all have our own ways of grieving,” Namrata said in a firm voice. “Sandhya was always close to her father. She does not need to justify her actions to outsiders.”
Shivani’s trickle of tears turned into a flood as she buried her face in her mother’s bosom. For a few minutes, the silence in the room was punctuated with Shivani’s sobs.
Prerna had not called me once in the last nine months. I had called her once three months earlier. She was polite and aloof, as one would be with a stranger.
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