Holding on or Letting Go — The toughest decision there is.

I am quite indifferent when it comes to technology. I do not care what brand of TV we have at home, or if we possess the best quality Home Theater System or not (although, apparently, we are quite close, or so husband says). That is also why I have always had the cheapest cell phones, …

Breakfast by the Bay

Four tiny vadas, and one sticky, steaming hot idli, eaten at a stall, sitting on a narrow bench that had turned black with dirt and grime, with just a few street kids playing across the road, and the family of three -- mother, father, son, -- taking turns at the stove, the tap, and the …

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, …

Tis’ the season.. Missing The Good Old Greeting Card..

December means different things to different people. For some, it is the time to celebrate the year gone by and look forward to a new beginning. For others, it is the time to introspect, to look back with fondness — or regret — to long for the time lost. And to some, like me, it …

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 …

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 …

#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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