A story of love, loss and second chances by Nikita Singh, releasing this Valentine’s Day.
I did my MBA in finance and was part of the corporate world of market research for 5.5 years (on and off). I'm a mother of a beautiful and demanding baby girl. I'm a traveler in a day, and writer by night. I love to share my own experiences and listen from others. Routine repels me and I aim to explore each day.
When my father was diagnosed with a tumour in his chest, which thankfully turned out to be benign, we rallied together as a family and pulled each other up with positivity.
"आप बाप हो कर भी माँ का किरदार कैसे निभा सकते हैं इसकी मिसाल हैं अब्बा......" इस रूड़ीवादी समाज के सारे नियमों से परे, एक ऐसे ही पिता का परिचय है ये।
कुछ रिश्ते निभाए नहीं जाते, बस उनका एहसास रहता है। मेरा हिंदी से कुछ ऐसा ही नाता है। जितना भी लिख लूँ, पर हिंदी की मेरी ज़िन्दगी में अहमियत, मैं लफ्ज़ो में बयान नहीं कर पाऊँगी।
A poignant post about a mother who is happy to see her toddler grow into a confident child. She wonders if she will ever be ready to let her little bundle of joy explore the world on her own.
I began my writing life with the pencil, but the pen has my heart, and holds it even today, when I write more often on my laptop, typing away.
This needs to be said: in this country, we, the so-called ‘educated crowd’ have normalised communal hatred. The brunt was borne by an innocent child. In December 2012, my husband and I came back from a year stint in London. We were given a temporary accommodation at the Infosys campus where he was working then. […]
Consciously planning for a baby is crucial in a society that thinks having a kid is a solution for most problems... Hello! Do you realise what you are doing?
Love doesn't fade away if it is nurtured, even if it seems to. It just remains hidden, and dazzles you at the most unexpected moments. #MyTrueStory
This bittersweet note to an old boyfriend will have you looking back at your own loves nostalgically. Here's to love - and learning from love.
A brutally honest letter from one Indian girl to the country, telling it as it is, and demanding her autonomy and due respect from a patriarchal nation.
This is my story of becoming a mother, a story of insecurity, faith, and love. And it is not easy, never easy - something we understand only after giving birth.
The author speaks of her childhood memories of a loved grandfather, a man in his 90s today, who has stories to tell -- “Beta hamare zamane mein toh…”
What goes through a woman's mind as she gives birth? Read this true first person account of a normal delivery, and you'll know the strength of a woman.
A gorgeous daughter was born to us 3 years ago, and this is my pregnancy story. A story of growing as a mother through the pregnancy
“If only you had taught Rohit to respect a woman and her decisions. I am sure your parents did not give you that liberty, but you had the privilege to right a wrong.”
Diwali is about the festivities, the food, and the lights, yes. But more than anything, Diwali is about family - getting together and feeling that love in the very air.
The 'bado ka aashirwad' that is given in large amounts of cash at family get-togethers - can't love be expressed without these cash heavy gifts?
What children get instinctively - acceptance - is sorely lacking in adults. Is it too late to learn?
In order to kill time and hunger, we ordered rupees 25/plate of chola-bhatura along with a mineral water. We looked the same silly people we were when we met at the age of 17 and 18.
"You need to be strong for your child, even if you are hurting inside," says the author in this intensely personal account of inner strength.
Because men are born with privilege – male privilege – while women are still fighting for their version of any privilege!
A beautiful note on the spirit of motherhood: Motherhood is about nurturing, and sometimes, a mother emerges from a place that one doesn't expect.
“I may not succeed but it will kill me to think I didn’t even try. If anything, I am not a quitter, Shaan. That’s not what my child will learn from me.”
Why should the identity of a woman be dependent on her marital status? Can't she be her own person who can decide things for herself?
"Why did you leave your job?" The dismissiveness that accompanies this question to mothers who choose to leave paid work is disheartening.
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