Empowerment

It was time for my parents to find a suitable boy for me. It gave me exciting encounters, interesting revelations and a name for my Substack account. This was during a two year period when Udit and I were ‘on a

Whenever I shared my plan to start grad school in Seattle (2016-2018), everyone said, “It is a beautiful city, but it rains”. As far as I was concerned, if it didn’t snow that much, I didn’t mind at all. But only

Life in the 1970s and 80s was not easy for a child, school was full of bullies, teachers were yet to be sensitive to child psychology, and parents were not too eager to be concerned about their children’s mental health. It

Sometimes I truly wish to be a thing, just a thing, Rather than a human being. No emotions ,no heartache, no tears. This human life is only a misery. I am not from zoo or other planet, Yes I belong to

In between work and raising the kids, I tried to be a loving wife. My husband didn’t want me anymore. Late at night, I escaped into writing. At bedtime, I’d read to my children, as they were the stars of all

The Three Women in my Life: Lessons in Courage, Resilience, and Triumph “Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie.” Many afternoons after I returned home from school in 2002, I would memorise lines from this wonderful English poem. I was hooked on

Gerard Manley Hopkins’ “spring and fall” and Robert Frost’s “Design” in Relation to Their Depiction of Nature – A Critical Study The portrayal of nature in literature encompasses a rich tapestry of perspectives and philosophies inherent to human thought. In

…and learning from her. A meditation on love, loss and healing Minu Tai and I were given two vastly different lives to live. I’m not adding a photograph of Minu Tai to this essay — so here’s a description — an agile

“My marriage crumbled. My health crumbled. I crumbled,” writes Sana Ally. A cat she had rejected shows her how to accept it all. Sticker is 3 years, 3 month-ish old. She’s half blind. There’s good reason to believe that vision in her

“My breasts are, literally, the softer parts of me. As flaunt-worthy as the more culturally-celebrated stronger parts of me,” asserts writer and Odissi dancer Swaati Chattopadhyay “Swaati, are your breasts in front of your waist?” “No.” “Then keep your hand where your