She is very happy and bright
I think. I firmly believe. Only now has my mother found the right person for her. In her face, I see new waves of joy every day.
Fear Not!
Most of the time, most of us react to incidents more than what they deserve. That’s where we lose. There is a story which I read long back and I felt it suits well for what I have started to write.
SCAR
This is the way society has manipulated women and normalized certain things. It is just a momentary pleasure for these men, but it is a lifelong scar for the women. It creates self-doubt and questions one’s worth.
A rebirth story
When Daughters give birth to Fathers, it is not a birth story, it is a rebirth story.
My Mother Rani
She was rightly named Rani. She was born in a small corner of a big slum in Chennai. True leaders are born in mangers, right?
Defeminising teaching ' in the name of quality '
Most of the educated youth are unemployable. They have poor entrepreneurial skills. They lag in conceptualising. We need radical reform.
Ask and you shall receive
Reading or telling yourself these affirmations can help you achieve an optimistic mindset. After all, it is all that we need.
Handling pain during periods
Avoid the feeling that you must be sympathized with by family members, during period days. This will relieve you from the expectation and sympathy.
Postwoman Art on Postcards
Here are some wonderful postal professionals from the west part of Chennai with their cycles. Do you know the name of your postman/woman?
Some women are lost in the fire, some are built from it
Let’s build on our strength, leave our self-doubt, break barriers, complement our strength, and use our powers for the betterment of fellow beings.
She remembered the word ‘Comrade’
Though Mythili Sivaraman was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease she remembered the word ‘Comrade’ and that shows how much it has impacted her life.
Esna Tales-5
It all started with Esther’s phone call on a lazy summer morning, way too early for my liking. Sleep interrupted by the blaring ringtone, I woke up with a start, stirring from under my pile of blankets in the least graceful way possible.
