NAVRATRI – The Dress Code
I rummage through my wardrobe, a yellow sari and a blue kurta. Uff, I’m done. Just the peacock green left, I sigh victoriously “Sari or
I rummage through my wardrobe, a yellow sari and a blue kurta. Uff, I’m done. Just the peacock green left, I sigh victoriously “Sari or
Last year, I participated in a fashion show in October. After that experience, I
refused to be part of any such program this year. As I was twirling on stage the anchor
said, ‘Oh! She looks absolutely normal. You can never guess by looking at her.’
Here’s raising a toast to three ‘young-old’ women who are aging like fine wine.
Many of us find it challenging to cope with the day-to-day changes. It’s time we women follow some basic changing measures, to make our life better.
She forgets all of this and laughs like a young girl, small and satisfied with being alive.
‘These are all the kids that have the same sperm donor father. So, technically they are all half-siblings.’ she excitedly reported.
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.
Meg’s words had a certain conviction in them. They were so simple and true! What was stopping Neha? Nothing, at least nothing unmanageable. Just one meeting with Meg and Neha felt reassured and empowered.