When Death Befalls

I often think about death, and wonder how would others describe me when I am gone. While I hope others have nice things to say about me -- they always say only nice things about the dead somehow -- this is what I would like them to know about me. * This morning Anubhuti Krishna, …

On Playing Mother.

My mother never dressed up. She did not believe in makeup or vanity, or even being overtly conscious about one's appearance. And that's always been her style -- hair a little out of place, sari always without a pin, dupatta mopping the floor, bindi always crooked. I never had a problem with it, in fact …

Yes, I am fat! What Goes of Your Dad?

"These days I often find myself checking on my daughter on what and how much she eats; I nag her to come with me for a run, play with her friends and move around more often. Although she is a fairly healthy child with no signs of being overweight, I still fear her getting there …

Delhi: Its time to do something or die — literally!

In my 15 years of living in Delhi, never have I questioned my choice of being here. Not when they raise questions on the safety of women here, not when they touted it as a 'show off' culture, not when they declared its people rude and crude. And that has not been without a reason …

Singhara and Memories of a Winter

It is that time of the year again. Winters are on their way, and all things wintery have started to appear in the streets and markets. So we have peanuts and peas, jaggery and cane-sugar, cauliflower and cabbages. And then there is 'Singhara' or what some of us call water chestnut. I can never forget …

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

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 …

This Diwali Cut Lose Your Demons

Some weeks ago I cut my hair really short. Well, not that short by most standards, but short enough for me to take another look at the mirror to ensure it was me that I was looking at. My mother always had long, straight lustrous hair. She usually kept it tied up either with a …

This Mental Health Week, Learn How To Tame Your Mind

It happens so quietly that you cannot prepare for it, and before you know, you are enveloped in its grip so tight that escaping 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 …