Solitary Reaper

It is two 'o clock at night and I am not sleepy. Perhaps because in the last one year, I have hardly slept before dawn. I have been reading, I have been writing, I have been working hard, sometimes all through the night. And after a hard night, sleep does not take long to come …

Things to do in Prague: Celebration Special

Czechoslovakia declared itself independent from the Austro-Hungarian Empire on 28th October 1918. Even though it was only the beginning many other struggles—occupation by Nazi Germany, Soviet Rule, and the Velvet Revolution—the date remains significant for the Czechs. The city celebrates its 100th year of independence this month and the celebrations are planned on a grand …

Becoming a Bangali Bou, One Durga Puja At A Time.

As a new Bengali bride, I found the hullabaloo around Durga Puja quite silly. The compulsive need of people to discuss Pujo weeks in advance, the inevitability of a week long vacation from work, the madness of shopping, planning, gifting -- all for a festival not even celebrated at home! As it is I disliked …

Bratislava: The Little Big City

Set along the Danube, corralled with thick wilderness and rich farmlands, Bratislava is a little known town that hides big experiences – a trait that has helped it earn the title of the Little Big City. After being the poor cousin of Prague for a long time, Bratislava came on its own in 1993 when …

#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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BAT Travels — Travel Partners to India’s Visually Impaired.

Early in June 2018, a group of travellers got together to explore Sikkim. Their itinerary for the holiday included monastery visits, trekking, zip lining, tea tasting, forest trails, and climbs at the Nathula Pass. Pretty regular for any trip to the state, except that the group wasn’t regular – one-third of them could not see. …

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. …