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.
After my daughter was born, I went through a lot - mentally and physically. But I came out of it, stronger and with newer life lessons!
A woman recalls the demise of her father-in-law and how she and her husband coped with the grief in the lockdown from miles apart.
Losing emails exchanges with my husband since 2002 and later a draft of my book made me realise the importance of having a digital backup.
My only pair of high heels make my feet hurt and I rarely wear them. But I love them simply because my father-in-law pampered me with them!
I reminisce about the first meet with my in-laws. The setting was off-beat but there could not be a perfect metaphor for my marriage.
Being born in one religion and married to another was part of my destiny. Diwali became a part of my existence at birth; Karma gifted Ramadan to me.
What will happen when the world gets back to 'normal'? Or is this the new normal? A mother peeks into her daughter's school world.
Last year I rekindled my long lost relationship with driving. Knowing that it was an absolute necessity, I gave my heart to it. The driving wheel accepted my persistence and we bonded, much like Ikran and Jake in the Avatar movie. Year Old Alliance Now It has been a year-old alliance and we are now […]
We're in the middle of a pandemic, realising how vulnerable we are to a small particle, and how much we have messed with our world. Let's help it heal.
Often you come across five-word horror stories with knocking mirrors and drifting blankets but these five-words break the sanest of minds: “Yes! He has terminal cancer.”
I am more concerned about how my child handles social situations and relationships, and her progress at school in this, instead of just her academics.
Saumya Srivastava writes a heartfelt ode to the power of family ties, and how her little one learnt from her parents to be connected to those we love.
I had learnt to drive as an 18 year old, but crazy traffic put me off, until being a mom in a country where cars were essential to everyday life made it absolutely necessary that I drive.
I've always wanted to travel the world, a little of which we've done as a couple. And it has been a great journey so far - the US, the UK, and Australia.
My 4 year old daughter and her 6 year old boy cousin do not share parents, but as they say, blood is thicker than water.
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.
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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