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The Journey

When my father was still in the Air force and we were posted in different states, trips to Kerala happened in the summer breaks. The chosen mode of transport- the great Indian Railways.

Continue Reading 17 Jul 2017

period

Someone I know told me that when her mother got her first period, she thought she had blood cancer and was dying. So instead of informing her parents, her mother thought why worry them when she’s dying anyway, and walked around for a week bleeding on things till her mother spotted some stains and explained what was happening to her.

Continue Reading 15 Jul 2017

Victor-less war

You may win a battle

Continue Reading 11 Jul 2017

What's Home?

I haven’t lived long enough anywhere for my roots to go deep in and intertwine around the little things that make a place home. Home for me has been a concept that constitutes people rather than houses or places. With my mom, dad, and brothers, I’ve called places from the east to the west my home.

Continue Reading 10 Jul 2017

Family

There’s a part of you that never grows up. One which yearns affection and care and protection always. In your childhood you had your parents cater to that part. And then one day the rug is pulled from under your feet and in an instant you are thrust into adulthood. Suddenly there’s no one to look out for you, no one to tell you what to do and what not...

Continue Reading 08 Jul 2017

Bleeding is not a 'luxury'

So here’s the thing. Periods suck. Menstruation. Aunt Flo. The Red Wedding. Inevitable pain and discomfort, whatever name you call it by, is still inevitable pain and discomfort. Guys, you need to read this. Carefully.

Continue Reading 06 Jul 2017
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