I am a Grey’s Anatomy fan and a crazy one, I have sleep walked through days, bleary eyed, all because I was binge watching this one show. I am not sure how others feel about it or whether they even follow it. But so far as I am concerned, I love the way they pick up myriad topics and weave it beautifully in their narrative. Still, even I wasn’t prepared for what they had lined up in the latest episode,

I died a year agoOnly to arise like a Phoenix from the embersAnd today as I mourn the anniversary of my deathI celebrate the birth of a new “Me”And yet fear looms largeLike an invisible fume you don’t seeSurrounding me, threatens to ignite in my face Today life stands divided, death partitionedMany parts of one puzzle – dismemberment, triumph, tragedyThe saga has continued over this year – Aphelion perihelion shifting stands Once a season of trust, innocence and hopeNow a gloom of

I started with my blogging journey few years back and once I started becoming more regular and a little bit known I started getting invited for events.  The small-town girl inside me was excited and star struck when I got a chance to interact with a celebrity for the first time.  It was unbelievable!  In those events, I met a lot of like-minded women, many of whom are my friends today.  We were raw, real, started blogging which was still

Let’s say Cheers to life with a hot cup of Tea ! Drinking a hot cup of tea to start the day ,to end the day or to start a conversation or sometimes for no reason , is my mantra or way of life every single day and I am sure it’s the same for many of you too . Call me an addict (who has withdrawal symptoms if she doesn’t get it at a specific time of the day)

The girl was all of ten, but her face had a frown often. The mother failed to understand. The girl screamed, made faces, hurled abuses and looked devilish at times. Mother felt frightened at the very sight. She ran amok. Uncontrolled freak, if I can say. She cared a damn. There was none, it seems she loved or cared. She spit venom. She lashed like a caged lion. Frustration and anger galore. Insolence, unbound. She behaved like anything, but a

As a writer, who’s just started exploring and as someone who never aimed to be one (albeit dreamt of one), I am riddled with self-doubt…quite often…more than I would like to. I am overawed by some writers and that often intimidates me too. Then there is the negative feedback (deservedly or undeservedly) to deal with. There are days I wonder, why am I doing what I am doing. This paralyses me to the extent that I’m unable to pick my

Around 17 years ago when I was expecting my first child, I used to go work in an office and being in a nuclear set-up on many days both me and my husband didn’t feel like cooking after a long tiring day and we would order pizza.  A year later, when my son was a few months old, a lady from the neighbourhood confessed that she and a few of the other women in the apartment assumed for me that

Madhumita Sinha What do vacations do for you? I call myself a travel addict ready to pack my bag for any vacation short/long. In India / abroad, summer / winter anytime / anywhere. When people ask me why – I don’t have just one answer and sometimes I go blank because it’s difficult to explain. But from my innumerable travels I feel, taking a break from the routine is the number one reason. To relax, recharge and rejuvenate. Touching the

” Do you teach your son Math?” the monk asked me. ” No, I am not good at it. I don’t have the knowledge, neither the skills,” I said. ” Ah. So basically you cannot give what you don’t have, right?” “Yeah, typically. I mean, how can you give something that you don’t have?” “So you agree to that, right?” ” Yeah I do…” ” Then how can you even think of raising two happy kids, if you are not

Most are aware by now that I have recently migrated. And though it was a well thought of, carefully deliberated upon decision, we still had our doubts. Ours was the most well taken care of relocation, in terms of moving stuff, finding a home and school… everything was planned and provided for. And still…. still we had our moments. Then curiosity led me to attend a Women’s Day special where four refugee women were to talk about their experiences. As