Where Is The India Of Our Childhood and Youth?
We are living in unusual times. These are uncharted territories for those of us who grew up in the 70s and 80s. We were raised in another era with absolutely…
We are living in unusual times. These are uncharted territories for those of us who grew up in the 70s and 80s. We were raised in another era with absolutely…
A few days ago, I was in Jaipur for the Jaipur Literature Festival. It has now become an annual ritual for me and a dear friend. We were absolutely delighted…
The euphoria in the country over the Kashmir situation is just another pointer of the diabolic nature of our species. The population is rejoicing over the revoking of Article 370…
I woke up today morning, plans swirling in the mind. What should I plan for the kids, how can I make their day special? I packed their favorite snack in…
Not a single one of us can’t say Me Too. Not once, twice or thrice, Each of us were several times. I was a little girl of seven, buying…
A friend forwarded a test by politicalcompass.org on WhatsApp the other day. It was a very interesting test, which plotted an individual’s social and economic leanings. I was very intrigued…
Why do we deny it? Why do we accept it? Why is it so prevalent? Molestation by a known person is widely prevalent and is somehow, unfortunately acceptable and is…
“But my favourite colour is pink Mamma”, he said with pleading eyes for the umpteenth time. “I know, but blue is such a lovely colour. And grey, black, green are…
Like every day, the narrow lane was filled with the loud laughter and giggles of the children running around that evening. Just like every other big society or play area,…
Many parents unknowingly deprive their sons of pure and selfless love after a certain age. A son, unfortunately, is often treated like an asset, an investment or 'an adhikar'. And…
"Chachi, you are so lucky ya. I must say you really married a handsome hunk." chirped Sonia. "Your boys are so cute and fair and handsome, just like Chacha." Meenal…
Please allow me to walk the street Without being for your eyes a treat Don't look down my shirt Don't check the length of my skirt My bosom is round,…
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