I have always been someone who kept to herself, led a private life [not announcing her moves or life updates online]. Heck, I wouldn’t even share my travel plans even with closest friends, not until I had boarded the train, flight or bus and over a period of...
Growing up, we’re taught that family is everything. But what happens when your family becomes the very source of your pain?I once spoke to a friend who would tense up every time her phone rang—it was her mother, ready with criticism disguised as “concern.” Over time,...
Growing up with narcissistic parent[s] often feels like living inside a hall of mirrors—your reality is constantly distorted, your emotions are minimized, and your worth is measured only in how well you serve their needs. Every step you take is scrutinized. Every win...
I had written a post sometime back around periods and how there were hard customs followed at home here. This post is more about the taboos for women in a household. Growing up in a traditional Brahmin household comes with its fair share of rules, customs, and...
Sunday, July 7th, was a Sunday and I was thankfully home. It was Partha’s birthday, and what made it special was that it was the day we finally managed to break free from the monotony of our routine and step out. Our destination? The ever-charming Third Wave Coffee in...
