When Rashi and Manas came up with the theme ‘Decade’ for the first BlogHop of 2020, I started ruminating on the past decade. It was like an unknown distant relative bumping into me at a wedding and telling me, “You are so grown up now. …
Are you living life on your terms?
Till I entered the college I was living under the umbrella of the warmth of my parents. We are 2 sisters and we were raised oblivious of the fact that the upbringing of girls is different from that of boys. I helped my mom in …
Jaa Raj Jaa… Jeele Apni Zindagi
15th August – My timeline was flooded with Rakshabandhan and independence day messages. I had no plans of writing or posting anything. But I found something common running through all the messages and forwards that compelled me to write this. Most of the independence day …
Beauty is not skin deep
I studied in a school where they teach English in Hindi medium. Even the English teacher translates the phrases in hindi to teach us. I come from a town where people criticise you, if a girl speaks in English. They believe that ‘ladki ke par nikal rahe hai’. I never got an opportunity to converse in english, not even my husband because he comes from the same background as mine.
Waiting For Your Husband To Help You?
It rarely occurs to my husband that he needs to plan a surprise for me. Everytime he doesn’t have to take me out to shop for my birthday gift and that even he can shop for me. This is not limited to birthdays and anniversaries. It never occurs to him that the tea cup needs to be put in the sink and not on the kitchen slab. I keep waiting for the day, he will come up and offer his help wholeheartedly.
A Page From The Diary Of A Work From Home Mom
People never understand the importance of my work. Whenever friends and family make plans and I chose to opt out because of work, they exclaim -” We work full time and yet manage to make plans on weekends. You are working from home and should easily pull out time at your own whims and fancies.” They believe that my job is not a job but just means of keeping myself engaged.
An open letter to an OCD
Whenever I read about you or heard about you, I always wondered if such people really exist. How would it be to live with one? Never in my dreams did I know that of all the desires I had, god would address this futile curiosity of mine. Read on to know more about my experiences with an OCD.
Falling prey to societal pressure and losing your identity?
I personally feel that as women are getting more and more empowered to make their choices, they are tending to lose their identity. We opt for choices which people force us to. We mould our decisions according to the likes and dislikes of the society. We accept whatever we feel would be looked upto by others.
I Don’t Know How to Drape a Saree. But I am Neither Proud nor Ashamed.
Shaming a person is no way of encouraging him/her to embrace a particular belief or culture. If you can’t praise and admire someone, then please don’t condemn them so much so that they lose all respect for you and forget all the good work you have done for ages. Finally, I don’t know how to wear a saree. I am definitely not proud of the fact but I am not ashamed even.
She stood by her words – “I will not do her kandayan.”
Uma belonged to a small town in Kumaon reigon, Uttarakhand. She led a simple life as a homemaker and took care of her household duties and in-laws. She was blessed with 3 beautiful daughters and as they reached their teens, everybody in her town exclaimed …