
Six To Start With
Emotions are always best felt in one way. To each her own. Let’s respect that and expand our repertoire to create a more tolerant and conducive space where appreciation precedes judgment and love conquers limitations

Emotions are always best felt in one way. To each her own. Let’s respect that and expand our repertoire to create a more tolerant and conducive space where appreciation precedes judgment and love conquers limitations

She would carelessly apply a little more of her favourite shade, and pressing her lips together firmly, confidently get back to her seat at the table

‘These are all the kids that have the same sperm donor father. So, technically they are all half-siblings.’ she excitedly reported.

A few days ago, the sensational Bharti Bhagat case had hogged the headlines and grabbed public attention because of the sheer bizarreness of the incident. Crime reporters, criminologists, and psychologists had a field day, analysing and dissecting the human mind and its baser instincts.

Is Mother’s Day still happy for her? Will those articles and stories on the greatness of mothers make her proud of herself? Will she be able to accept herself wholeheartedly for taking this decision? Will she not doubt her own intentions and abilities as a mother?

All women I knew had domestic help, but none of that for me. And I didn’t speak up, because I was raised to believe that good wives don’t complain, don’t rebel, don’t disobey. Tell me, have I ever nurtured such thoughts in you?

A group that originally started as a saree appreciation group on Facebook, has over the last seven years, grown phenomenally and ideologically, under the capable

My heart broke into pieces. I stood there for a while, silently, guilt-tripping. I wished I could go back to that moment and stop this from happening. I wished I could protect my little one from being in so much pain. I wished I could be more available for him.

All the mothers who are celebrated by their kids are villains in someone’s story, it’s just that you aren’t reading that narration where she isn’t the protagonist.

I thought for a few minutes before I could muster up the courage to speak my mind.



