Am I really a writer?
Let me begin with a rhetorical question. Why didn’t I write since I last wrote on the website? I have done a lot of self-introspection on this, just like I tend to do for everything else happening around me. The answer has come easily time and again. I wanted to be in the right mindset…
WHAT JOINING A RUNNING GROUP TAUGHT ME (AND MAYBE YOU COULD LEARN TOO)
I don’t know about you but life feels pretty busy here. It’s already 3 years since I started running again. 3 years since I decided to wake-up to one little ‘change’ in my life. I am only now ready to talk about what went into committing to that most hard-won decision and what it still…
What Being A Father ‘Also’ Means
On this Mother’s Day, and as a once-upon-a-time mother I want to write about and dedicate a post to an important person – Ira’s father and my husband. This is a special post, and very personal too. As the laptop booted and the fan whirred at high speed, my mind kept shifting between finding the…
FIGHTING THE ODDS – TRAUMA & DEPRESSION
This post is a continuation of Facing The Odds – Trauma & Depression . You may or may not have noticed this, but each one of us has seen or is going through difficult times. We overcome them in our own way. The how is more important than the why? Grief and pain need to…
FACING THE ODDS – TRAUMA AND DEPRESSION
There’s an article somewhere on this blog on ‘How To Train Your Mind To Not Be Anxious’. This post is second in that series of mental health related articles and deals with sensitive topics like trauma, depression, and suicide. Thought I should just give a heads up. If I had to describe to you years…
HOW TO TRAIN YOUR MIND TO NOT BE ANXIOUS
There seems to be a recipe for everything these days! There’s one and many for baking a laddi pav or Indian bread, making a dream-catcher, creating a garden for herbs and vegetables and even for developing a vaccine (not one that you can try at home though!). For not being anxious? There isn’t one, in…
A LIFE OF LAYERED DREAMS
YEAR 1995 An airy and luminous room. Light poured through the windows, but sunlight failed to reach where I sat, on the first bench in the middle of the classroom (in the later years I translocated to the back benches, for better education as they say). I was of an age when I could easily…
WHY YOU SHOULD STOP ASKING YOURSELF THE QUESTION ‘WHY ME?’?
If you would have told me, back in my growing-up years, that I would be writing on ‘why you should stop asking yourself the question ‘why me’? I would have disbelieved you. I have asked myself this more often than I would like to accept. You see, each of us ask our self this question,…