This a short story account about a woman – the choices she made and how interacting with a successful friend changed her perception around defining her own success.

The incandescence caused by the expression, ‘Hamare zamane mein’ made me pen down a few heartfelt childhood memories.

Our generation of parents is conditioned to work with an SOP and we feel parenting should be no different than a task at hand, but that’s not how it works, does it?

There is more to India and the Indian-ness we carry. Certain experiences, beliefs, attitudes, and behaviour patterns are uniquely Indian and we are extremely proud of them.

For the entire year, it’s me vs me. I will see what I can fix, and what I can do better and take it forward to the next month. As I observe my breathing and try to prepare myself for ten minutes of meditation, I remind myself that tomorrow we shall try again. 

Today’s mom learned to adapt a barrage of responsibilities. She’s the family member who sets the digital alarm clock every night and the automatic coffee maker every morning.

Survival of the fittest is something we have taken too seriously. When was the last time somebody was applauded for being the kindest in the class and not the most intelligent?