Scary as the COVID-19 pandemic is, given the fatalities across the world, and its rapid spread, it is a wake-up call if anything.
The best of relationships have visible cracks where they’ve been shattered and painstakingly put back into place, piece by piece.
The chat focused on how the women thriller writers bring out the best in their writing.
Tell your son why a boy can play doll, and a girl can be a wrestler. About why both sexes are different and yet equal. That being tough is fine and being gentle is fine.
The Pune edition of Women Writer’s Fest was a day of intense sharing and bonding, and the festival was concluded on a note of bonhomie as the audience mingled freely with the panellists.
While reading one brilliantly crafted tale of deceit, horror, and crime Samarpita Mukherjee Sharma decided to make a list of ten women authors who have written thrillers that every lover of this genre must-read.
Who hasn’t looked upon the Pieta by Michelangelo and wept? Perhaps this is why so many of us identify so strongly with Mary—her suffering is real and palpable. It is the suffering of every woman, across the world, who has given birth, raised a child.
“If you have a pen, you have the power to write and change the way people look at the world. If we write about people in protests, it will remain forever and people will know the power of human determination and imagination.” – Sudha Menon
Venturing further on the ways to become a successful blogger, the bloggers also gave advice about how one should curate the content and what are the things that should be under focus to ensure more views and readers.
According to a research, Delhi residents would be able to extend their life expectancy by 3.35 years if the National Clean Air Programme had been implemented given it had the target to reduce PM 2.5 by up to 30 per cent by 2024.
This Diwali, we need to find what we’ve lost along the way in the search of convenience, writes Kiran Manral in The Married Feminist this week.
A road trip to Goa with the offspring was always an exercise in acknowledging that when God was distributing patience, I had probably slipped out of the queue for a toilet break.