This sub-category is like a personal blog for writers. Writings primarily based in personal experience are part of this.
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…
It is a social belief that woman stands behind a man’s success. Well, it is not entirely true. In my case, it was, it is a man in my life who is the reason for my success. Society has always been partial towards men. Society expects men to behave as per the standards. For example,…
I am a girl. We live in a society where patriarchy gets its business done without anyone’s notice. It is so deeply ingrained that we fail to identify it every time it gets into action. Many conversations with a patriarchal undertone easily pass off as normal. In this post, let me share three of my…
“You can’t go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending” C. S. Lewis The Student I am Sowmya. I am a popular kid in my school. I’m known for my brazen attitude. Apparently, I’m good at academics and extra-curricular activities. You could call me an All-rounder….
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