When pados wali aunties were busy taunting me with “Ladki haath se nikal jayegi”, my mom taught me to set my own limits, and not to restrict myself by societal norms.

Amma came home after the festival floating on air and fell asleep immediately after telling us her stall was the most popular.

In writing this I redeem myself a bit, by acknowledging your tremendous sacrifice, in giving me life.

Mom, we look at you and see a walking miracle. Your unfailing love without limit, Your ability to soothe our every hurt, The way you are on duty, unselfishly, every hour, every day, makes us so grateful That we are yours, and you are ours. With open arms and open heart, with enduring patience and […]

Yes, you could’ve done more but it is not your fault that you were never taught to raise voice against harassment.

I write because I need to express this. This restlessness, hunger, ambition, joy, grief, sustenance, existential angst I’m feeling.

How could a family woman with two young children to care go to work, instead of staying at home? What would people say?