This sub-category is like a personal blog for writers. Writings primarily based in personal experience are part of this.
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…
I get called weird a lot. On my face, at my back, all the time. I don’t have a problem with it. I accept that I really am weird, multiple levels of weird personified, in fact. But who isn’t, right? Let me get down to some facts. We are all crazy, weird, not-so-normal. We are…
A couple of days ago, my very adventurous husband brought home two exotic fruits – Kiwi and dragon fruit. I call them exotic because I’ve never eaten them. Maybe there are people in this city who eat them so regularly that they’ll roll their eyes when they hear me call those fruits ‘exotic’. I don’t…
It’s a common belief that living in an Indian metropolitan city means that all your problems are solved. It’s like Jiya’s Nani from Shararat just randomly popped in your life, snapped her fingers, and poof! You’re now living a life that many would kill for! But the reality is – sorry to say– a lot…
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