Everyone wants to know why she is not having babies, but it’s complicated!

There are apparent questions every woman must encounter in a lifetime. If you are my age, they will be thrown from every corner. When are you going to have children? Why don’t you want to have children? Why don’t you want to have a second/third child? The audacity, the level of intrusion, the sense ofContinue reading “Everyone wants to know why she is not having babies, but it’s complicated!”

30: Shining beyond the mythical age.

At 30, the society says a woman’s life is over. I say it’s just beginning! Thirty is not a pinnacle where everything starts sliding down. Are you a woman who just got up this cliff? That was a long climb! What with the many faulty and clueless steps you made in the 20s. Some ofContinue reading “30: Shining beyond the mythical age.”

POEM AT 30

Hello September, You have always been the month that awakens my soilYour pattern has been super beautiful.See, you gifted me a partner exactly a week before you bore meSuch a jubilant pattern I must observe!But why did you allow a blot into this decoration? Dad bowed out a week after you began In this beautifulContinue reading “POEM AT 30”

Woman, thou shall not break your back chasing the ideal waistline, thigh gap

“I don’t think it’s wrong to take pride in your appearance, but not to the extent that it swallows your whole and completely cancels out all of the other things that make you who you are.” These words by model and actress Jameela Jamil speak to the weighty issue of women’s self-worth and body imageContinue reading “Woman, thou shall not break your back chasing the ideal waistline, thigh gap”

Plucking the roses of my marriage, three years later

Having been at it for three years now, I can share a corner table and talk matters marriage. I have both personal and observed experience about this monstrously joyous union. So if you are planning to walk down the aisle someday or already in this thrilling cage, welcome aboard. Let us sail through this puzzlingContinue reading “Plucking the roses of my marriage, three years later”