Here’s why I am the Badass Woman@work

I opened the Sunday Times to devour its contents hungrily- one of the perks of the weekend is being able to read the newspaper leisurely as against a weekday when I am in a mad frenzy with the toddler tugging my dress and me trying to scan the front page, the business section and the… Continue reading Here’s why I am the Badass Woman@work

The day she stopped crying

She wriggled out of her mother’s womb and entered this world with a ear piercing cry. They rejoiced her birth- crying is a healthy sign for a new born, they said She was a toddler now and she cried for more milk, more sleep. Ah babies cry for everything, don’t take it seriously they said.… Continue reading The day she stopped crying

The Ballerino #FridayFotoFiction

He hesitated, twitched his toes, sweat trickled down from his forehead, his heart thumped loudly. Today was a milestone in itself. The day he broke the stereotypes. Those stereotypes of a patriarchal society which curtailed the freedom of not just women but men as well. The day he watched the ballet, he knew what he… Continue reading The Ballerino #FridayFotoFiction

Lonely at the Top #FlashFiction

The first time I saw Mysha was at the coffee vending machine. A 22 year old fresh grad, in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, as she fumbled to use the machine. Before she could react, the cup was overfull with mocha and a lot had spilled out. She looked flummoxed. Today after 12… Continue reading Lonely at the Top #FlashFiction

The coffee date which made me cringe #WTFOW #Writebravely

I am more of a chai person but the joy of sipping a cup of frothy coffee laden with cream at Starbucks, Costa , Barista or good old CCD is something I always enjoy. Not all experiences in life are good though- just like some flavors of coffee which leave us with a bitter taste… Continue reading The coffee date which made me cringe #WTFOW #Writebravely

Being Myself- Unapologetic

The perfectly cooked, neither burnt nor raw, round chapatis laden with desi ghee neatly stacked one on top of the other lay in the casserole. Dal tadka and aloo shaak, peas pulao and boondi raita- and today’s speciality gajar ka halwa adorned the dinner table. A skill every woman ought to master to rule her… Continue reading Being Myself- Unapologetic

VIOLET hair- #BarAThon

Ray looked with awe at the woman who emerged from the saloon. She had colored her hair with streaks of violet and it looked spectacular. He imagined himself in violet hair and smiled. He always wanted to colour his hair and not the usual shades of brown and burgundy that guys do but he wanted… Continue reading VIOLET hair- #BarAThon