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Lessons We Need To Learn For The Post Corona World
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 Married Feminist
Love As Kintsukuroi: The Best Of Relationships Have Visible Cracks
The best of relationships have visible cracks where they’ve been shattered and painstakingly put back into place, piece by piece.
Raising A Feminist Son: How It Matters, And Why We Need To Start Now
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.
Perhaps The True Hero Of Christmas Has Always Been Mary
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.
This Diwali, Let Us Find What We’ve Lost In Search Of Convenience
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.
Every Woman Needs To Reclaim Her Me-Time. Here Are Some Tips
If we are going to be women seizing the day, and holding up half the sky and promoting gender equality at the workspace, the first thing we need to be doing is to consciously and carefully learn to put ourselves first.
Why We Need To Tackle Incivility As Firmly As Any Other Epidemic
This fraying of the social fabric towards unapologetic rudeness seems to be universal, across countries, across continents. I wonder, are we irrefutably now in the Age of Rudeness.
#SareeTwitter Is An Ode To A Garment That Isn’t Awkward About Anyone
What #SareeTwitter has done, is to renew my resolution to wear more sarees. The saree, I realize, is always more than just an everyday garment. A saree is an identity, a comfort, a statement, a growing into, writes Kiran Manral.
Someday, I Will Get To Know The Father Who Left Me Too Soon
“There is always hope against hope, that someday the doorbell will ring, and standing outside, older, diminished but with that same twinkle in his eyes, that same lopsided grin, will be my father, ready to catch up on what I’ve been doing with my days, my weeks, my months, my years, while he’s been gone,” writes author Kiran Manral.
Are We Looking For Hope Through A Nationalistic Lens?
“Somewhere between Atishi and Pragya is where the Indian electorate lies, and the message couldn’t have been starker. The divide in the perception of what the electorate wants and what the electorate will actually vote for is now clear,” write Kiran Manral in this week’s The Married Feminist.
