We become 16, get a learner’s license and get a scooter. At 18, we enroll in to a driving class and give tests for a permanent license. The policeman testing me doesn’t approve of my license after considering my gender; The law doesn’t change for me because I’m a woman; and the vehicle doesn’t change… Read More The Lady Driver
June 25 Thursday 3:35 am Two masked men brake into my house. They sneak through my main metal door, then break the metal latch of the second metal door, open the pad lock on the second and then break my wooden door handles. Mind you, all of this is done in silence. None of my… Read More They robbed me of my peace of mind
Forty million girls do not just go missing, though in India that is the case On a 10 hour-long flight, while I was trying to fight fear of height and motion sickness, I decided to switch on my tab and play something to get my mind of mental stress. Out of the long list I… Read More Disappearing daughters
In this over demanding life that we are engulfed into, how often do we hear of couples who have had successful marriages and those who are sure they are in it for a lifetime? I for sure can say that three out of the five marriages I attended recently ended within just a few months.… Read More Celebrating 50 Golden Years
So Mr. So And So decides that sex education is worthless and must be banned from the Indian Education system, if possible from the Oxford Dictionary too. ‘Yo Westerners, do you hear me? It’s not ‘good’ for us.’ Mr. SAS: Clear your minds dear Indians. Breathe in and breath out. Talk about things that don’t… Read More Sex. It exists India. Deal with it.
Growing up with grandparents, I must say is something everyone must have the luxury of experiencing. It’s a 24×7 learning experience with them around. You learn why they think in a certain way, why they do things in only that particular manner and why almost everything you do, say or even think is not right… Read More How would you know, you’re so dark
It’s been about two weeks since I’ve shifted base and I can’t help but feel out of place, still. This is where I grew up, this is where I am supposed to feel at home, these are the people who I should be able to connect with; but I guess the pieces aren’t exactly fitting… Read More Where the soil speaks