I have always been a die hard fan of Jodi Picoult. I started off with “My Sister’s Keeper” and I knew I had found an author whose books I can truly treasure. They are not the fairytale, romantic books, but talk of death, disease, court cases, despair, grief but at the same time, there is… Continue reading Small Great Things-here is why as a dusky woman, I could relate to this book so much.
I am a working mom, I have a 4 year old daughter. As much as I am a doting mom and cherish every moment spent with my little girl, I am ruthless when it comes to my career. I am a very ambitious person and aspire to reach the highest echelons in my career. I… Continue reading Flash news-Married women & Working moms are happy to travel on work #MyFriendAlexa
My aunt Sara always made me carry an umbrella when we stepped out of the house. I was forbidden from playing in the sun. I looked longingly as my friends learnt swimming during summer holidays. “Are you crazy? Do you know how tanned you will get?” I wished to run, without the sunscreen, without these… Continue reading Basking in the sun #FFFAW #FlashFiction
A good friend who is a CA fresher interviewed with one of the leading companies a few years ago. Someone with excellent academic credentials, smart, savvy there was no doubt that she would slay it. Her compensation was never discussed as the company informed her that this will be known once she gets the offer… Continue reading What’s your salary? And there begins the long drawn battle of gender pay gap
My Mom and I took our first trip together, just the 2 of us to Malaysia and Singapore, back in 2011. It was her first international trip and my 2nd (after my maiden official trip to Hong Kong). I had landed a plum job with a leading Investment bank and decided to splurge my first… Continue reading What is it about “women only” travel that makes us so uncomfortable?
She kicked her way into this world with aplomb. A 13 hour labour which left me exhausted for the first 2 hours and then came a saviour called “Epidural”. The delivery process was then a cakewalk, literally. I lay in my bed comfortably, laughing and chatting, a part of my eager to catch the first… Continue reading Parenting Woes #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z
My mother tongue is Marathi and Kannada – one is My Dad’s and the other my Mom’s. But if mother tongue is defined as the language one first learns to speak and the language one is most comfortable with, for me thats English. Mommy Daddy spoke to each other in English- that was the language… Continue reading English Vinglish #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z
I did not hear the hushed whispers and some loud guffaws when Mommy Daddy were not around- the topic was the colour of my skin. A dusky girl in India is doomed for its very difficult to find a suitable groom for her. Imagine, here I was lying in my crib, a day old and… Continue reading Colour Coded #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z
12 December, Sunday, 8 am. I let out a ear piercing scream as I kick my way into this world. Imagine passing through that narrow vagina- I wonder why on earth they call it normal. While everyone talks about how painful it is for the mom, do you think its easy peasy for a tiny… Continue reading Arrival #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z