My free spirits

Every woman carries her responsibility differently. Please don’t compare . A woman wakes up early and gets ready. She prepares her kids for school. She makes breakfast for the entire family. Serves breakfast. She prepares lunch and dinner. She makes her kids do homework. She manages household chores like dusting, watering plants, washing clothes and ironing them. Makes sure, her house is clean all the time. A woman, a housewife has a lot of things to do. No need to count them. No one can count them either. On the contrary, there is another woman, who is not a homemaker, but a working mum. She wakes up. Makes food for everyone. She sends her kids to school. Leaves for work leaving some household chores, which she does anyway after coming back. Now here, don’t you feel she needs some rest? Don’t you feel she needs some help? Domestic help? Why calling her husband or someone from the family for help is considered to be deplorable? I agree with the fact that eve

So…This is to everyone reading this post. I hope there are days when your coffee tastes little magical, your playlist makes you dance, night sky touches your soul and strangers make you smile…. But few people around you aren’t friendly enough. They may perhaps make you feel uncomfortable. They may perhaps make you feel guilty of something which you haven’t done yet. Yes, I am talking about sexual assault. I feel happy to be a part of a society where people cannot talk about sexual abuse but can express their feelings when hashtag # starts trending. In this tech-era, people opt for twitter and other social media to express their feelings. Thanks to the Indian constitution for granting ‘freedom of speech and expression’. Well, coming to the topic. Who will actually, define what sexual assault is?      Touching someone without consent?      Abusing, yet letting you feel nothing went wrong?      Brainstorming someone to do something which she is not willing to….yet tr

Hi, Dadda! For me, every day is a Father's Day. I wanted you to know, how much I care. These 23weeks have been so lovely, Mumma and you never made me feel lonely. But while I wait, I have to wonder which features I have alike you both. Do I have your eyes & lips? And mumma’s nose and ears? Will you teach me all the things I need to know? Like letters and numbers and how to throw? Will we go to the park and play ball? Will you pick me up when I fall? Will I grow handsome/beautiful and tall? Next year on this day, we will be together, Whether we're at the park on the swings, Or reading a storybook on the chair. Whatever we do, I know for sure, We will make one very special pair        Love you dadda.  From, Rihaansh's Pen...

A woman usually has to face what almost all brown and healthy women go through - being reproved for the colour of the skin or the size she is …and being told that she is too tall, too short, too fat or too dark. The #TOO part of every word is bizarre, I feel. Here in this post, I am sharing few experiences of my friends who went through or are still going through such illogical ideologies of our so called society… My friend’s aunt would keep asking her mum to do ‘ubtan’ - a home remedy with home ingredients including chickpea flour, curd etc. to ‘lighten’ my friend's skin tone. A lot of face packs, several parlor sittings, face washes etc and comments were a part and parcel of her growing up years.   WHY? I don’t get the point that why a girl always has to be white or wheaty? Isn’t she beautiful when dusky or dark? Isn’t she a golden hearted? Another friend of mine was asked to eat sprouts for her breakfast, 2 rotis and 1 bowl dal for lunch and salad f

Birthdays are always special... And so is yours… You have been my favorite since you were born...13 years ago. Cousin is not a word for you... You are  beyond that to me. From watching Doreamon with you, buying Doreamon wala rakhi for you,   Cartoon wala school bag for   you to searching Tiffin box having Doreamon picture on it… There are so many memories with you… Cheers to your 13 th birthday my brother… Make the best use of every opportunity life will give to you at this beautiful age of yours. As you age older our love for you grows more, never forget to always be the good little Chikoo for me, that you have always been. Into your teens, nd to conquer your fears, Be brave, Be bold and be the person you want to see in this world.  I look forward to you creating your own life.  Happy ThirTEEEEEENth Birthday Tanishq. Wishing you health, prosperity and endless joy. We all love you.

I had no idea what marriage entails. Marriage, like everything else in life, cannot be taught or understood before it is lived. It needs to be felt. Sometimes it feels joyous, sometimes it hurts. There are married couples who claim they are still madly in love. For them, marriage doesn’t require major adjustments or sacrifices. They naturally know how to keep each other happy, how to live a perfectly balanced and harmonious life. But for us, we struggled with such concept of a perfectly harmonious marriage because ours’ was far different from it. I even thought something was dreadfully wrong with our marriage by comparing our relationship to other people’s. I thought we were an anomaly. We used to swim through turbulent waters ineptly. We even survived a few tsunamis together. Despite such accidents, we swam gawkily and rose above the surface.  It’s certainly not the prettiest picture of marriage but perhaps the most realistic, the one that helps marriages last a lifetim