Somewhere in the endless quest for perfect skin, glossy hair, six pack abs, fitting in with the current fashion trends and presenting a flawless self to the world, we lose ourselves.

What is 'beauty' and who decides? External beauty may be attained with the mask of makeup, but isn't it more important how I feel inside?

Staying in the US, as an Indian I get admiration for my dark and thick hair very often, but how important is it really?

But Shekhar had accepted his new life with unimaginable ease. I sometimes feel that I grieve longer over broken chinaware than he did over his ailment.

Is fairness the be-all and end-all of life? Is it fairness, and nothing else besides, that makes women attractive, desirable and eligible for love?