I woke up to some stellar news this morning – The Bhopal University has launched a course on ‘Adarsh Bahu’ to acquaint young girls with the dynamics of the family. It brought tears to my eyes. At least one educational institution in the entire country … Continue reading ‘Bahu’ढली: Reviewing the ‘Adarsh Bahu’
Soulmates finish each other’s sentences. Women who understand each other’s pain complete each other’s poetry. The Bitch by Kanishka Ramchandani She was waiting, has been waiting for long. Her gnawed fingernail patience depleting, urging her to act. She holding on a little more, waiting. You … Continue reading Two women
The transformation, nay evolution, from a full-time features writer to a yoga instructor is one of the many risky, random leaps I’ve taken in my life. Today, I earn less than half of what I used to, cannot shop recklessly or take off on holidays … Continue reading Confessions of a yogaholic
The ideal holiday for most includes chilling by the swimming pool without keeping count of the beer, signing up for a signature treatment for an utterly pampering escape to relaxation, all while soaking in the blissful aroma of lavender, patchouli and lemongrass, tripping on dish-scrapingly … Continue reading Offbeat Konkan – The road less travelled
The trailer is the film: Shekhar (Subodh Bhave) and Samaira (Mukta Barve) are on the brink of divorce when their daughter is diagnosed with leukemia. Through the tough time, the two try to rekindle their relationship. No prizes for guessing. The film has nothing to … Continue reading 10 reasons not to watch Hrudayantar
“Zia with his fake driver’s licence, Marlboro cool, thick lashes and curly hair. Zia who said that the point of smoking was to draw attention to your lips. Which I was quite happy to do, except Karim said he’d tell my parents.” Given a choice, … Continue reading Why do we fall for bad boys?
She sits next to you On the same seat you reclined To kiss me the night before After you plucked my glitter pins And unleashed a cluster of curls Does she see the coffee cup Rimmed with my plum lipstick, Or the tear-soaked tissue I forgot to … Continue reading The Other Woman