Goodbyes and Why I Hate Them.

I hate goodbyes, I hate them with a vengance. They make me sick like nothing else does -- not even lizards and cockroaches. They make me helpless. Of course it doesn't mean anything. I have still had to say thousands of goodbyes in my comparatively small life. I have had to move away from people …

When relationships die.. and you still have to live.

Of the many things that I have made peace with in my life, death of relationships isn't one. Every now and then when I see a friend drifting apart I try to act nonchalant. I tell myself it doesn't matter. I tell others that people grow apart. I try not to do things I did …

What is my worth?

What is my worth and how do I calculate it? My bank account says I have a couple of hundred thousands – is that my worth?My salary statement says I make a fraction of what I used to years ago – is that my worth? The husband says he cannot do without me. The girls …

Beauty

She never thought she was ugly, on the contrary, she believed herself to be charming and pretty. Her belief lent her a poise and grace that was not easy to find in girls her age. She often admired herself -- the long slender fingers, the curvy eyelashes, the little button nose, Her eyes, she thought, …

Yoga, or how I learnt to beat the demons in my head.

It is clear cool morning and lukewarm rays of the sun stream into the hall illuminating it with a golden glow. As I sit there basking in the warmth of the sun, breathing deeply from one nostril and then another, I feel a sense of calm taking over me. My head is slightly light from …

#metoo, even though I wish I could say #notme

#Metoo So what if not in workplace. Every woman I know has a #metoo. It ought to stop. Now.

That Girl In Muddy Boots

I have been thinking long and hard. I have read through every #metoo post that has appeared on my timeline in the last few days. I have felt the pain in each of them, I have understood the anger behind every story, and, needless to say, I see myself or someone I know in all of them. Even though I always knew molestation, harassment, and sexual abuse is rampant, these stories have filled me with a deep sense of helplessness. Or should I say fatigue?

Fatigue of fighting all the time. Fatigue of watching my back every second of the day. Fatigue of looking at every man with suspicion. Fatigue of checking on the eye and hand movements of every friend and relative who is close to me, my sister, my daughter, my niece, my friend, my cousin…

I was never taught to stay quiet about the wrong that was…

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Stress Anxiety Depression: Things You Can Do To Counter It

It happens so quietly that you cannot prepare for it, and before you know, you are enveloped in its grip so tight that escape seems impossible. So what does one do? Does one sit in a corner with the head bowed, eyes shut, and arms tightly wrapped, waiting for it to leave, or does one …

How mental Illness can drive you to the edge, and also make you jump off it.

As a new mother I went through a hard time coming to terms with my changed life and before I knew the happy gratified person was replaced by a permanently distressed woman. Only if I had known it was PPD and seen a therapist then, I would not have suffered for close to a decade. …