This sub-category is like a personal blog for writers. Writings primarily based in personal experience are part of this.
The upper primary school curriculum of West Bengal has recently incorporated a topic on bad touch and good touch. The idea was to develop awareness among students about sexual abuse. Obviously, this has been done keeping an eye on the rising number of assaults on children around the globe. In most cases, the child, unable…
My office laptop showed me only about 324 unread mails that I needed to read and work upon. Three hundred and twenty-four freaking unread mails! Unlike in my Gmail, these were not promotion mails that I could just sweep to archive. This usually happened on days when I had back to back calls and meetings…
Once, someone had told me, “You look so much like your grandmother.” I didn’t pay heed because I was used to hearing that all the time. It was like how everyone would look at Harry Potter and sigh, wistfully, “Oh, you have your mother’s eyes!” Be it my eyes or my cheekbones or the shape…
I was 17 when I started living alone. I was in Bangalore for the last three years, and now, I am in Chennai. And I am a self-declared pro at finding and living in real estate. Well, the budget real estate. The cheap and the decent. The manageable places. The adjustable neighborhoods. The struggle to…
If you were the kid, who wore their elder brother’s/sister’s clothes when he/she outgrew them, and the legacy continued for generations until they reduced to the size of a hanky, give me an ‘M’! If you were that poor little kid whose mother pushed you into that public bus’ seat until your ribs came out…
A government veterinary doctor was brutally murdered on the outskirts of Shamshabad, near Hyderabad, who went missing on the night of Wednesday, 27th Nov 2019. The voice call is available here on popular media. The victim, Disha, made a call to her sister explaining her situation moments before she was trapped by four lorry drivers/cleaners,…
The difference between “chest” and “breasts” is called shame. Most people, including myself, have been conditioned to call breasts chest. And by doing so, for the past how many ever years, I have denied even their existence. I would stop myself from saying that word and use “chest,” because it is more socially appropriate so…
It is hard to decipher at first; the change is so subtle, almost invisible. But it was there nonetheless. It was hard to digest either – the slow descent of parents from the holy pedestal of saintliness to what they really are – people. We have all heard the Mahabharata lore of how Yudhishthira’s rath…
Have you ever been in love? I mean the kind of experience you mistake for love? I happened to witness one such roller coaster love story through my friends Ria and Arian. Ria met Arian in college. Nowadays, nuclear families leave the youngsters lonely, and the quest for a companion is inevitable. These fellows were…
Whenever things go against my wish, and I hit low, nothing cherishes me more than matters which go back to my childhood. One thing which I say again to myself is, “Those were the days.” I am not a historian, so I don’t know which year and in which class I was. I remember that…
It wasn’t very often that Grandma visited us for summer vacations. Only this time, my parents were very skeptical about how my traveling would be a real fuss, and trains aren’t that comfortable. We took to staying home in the scorching heat of May and the joyous company of mangoes, coconut water, and the wood…
I pride myself on being a prudent shopper. No, those fancy handbags and the glittery shoes are not for me, you Giant Consumer-baiting Corporation. I can enter a mall, an airport, or the famous shopping districts of the country and come out not a penny poorer; yes, I am that strong! Or a miser of…
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