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    Dear Zindagi

    I recently realised that more and more of the Instagram accounts I follow are talking about how their life is filled with insecurities. How they feel afraid, depressed, anxious, uncomfortable in their own skin, lonely and in general “low” most of the times.   I hear my friends talk about their problems. How they are sad that they are single.…

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    Sui Dhaaga

    Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve seen that my grandmother had only one hobby – sewing. I guess she led such a busy and tough life that she never got a chance to really nourish any other hobbies. Sewing was a bit more practical at that time.   Right from our baby clothes, clothes for our dolls, pouches…

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    I Believe in No Makeup

    I am a big believer of natural beauty. Long before Dove came up with their campaign, I knew the potential and strength of natural beauty.   But that wasn’t always the case. When I was young and naive, I absolutely loved makeup. I thought it was the one thing that assured beauty. Back then we hardly had money for such…

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    Toofan Aya Hain

    It was 24th April 1991. And in the unbelievable summer heat, my Superwoman Aai decided to travel to Madha (Solapur) with her two tiny daughters. And she chose the trusted Indian Railways as her mode of transportation.   Reason? Her life was about to change forever!   At that time my Ajji was already juggling a lot of tasks. Ajoba…

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    What Happened is History

    As a child, I was never an ideal student. My situation wasn’t as bad as Chaitrali’s, but I wasn’t Nupuri either. I was never the one who stood first in class, prepared for the exams well in advance or completed the homework before it was too late!   I always kept all the preparations for the last possible minute (I…

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    A Walk to Remember

    When I was little, I would go to school in a rickshaw. Like many kids my age, I didn’t have the privilege of my parents dropping me off and picking me up.   But rickshaw was good, fun even. Our kaka was a caring fellow and would entertain us with stories. He was extremely particular with time. So ours was…

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    Remember the Milk

    Morning school meant no solid food till the 10:30 AM recess. To the filmy Maa heart that my Aai had, it just seemed cruel. She couldn’t bear the thought of her three little daughters staying hungry for so long. That’s why our dabbas would be complete meals with 2 big chapatis and a hearty portion of veggies.   But that…

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    Oops! I Did It Again!!

    I am an accident prone person. Be it as silly as banging against static furniture or as severe as banging against moving vehicles, I always have scratches, bruises, burns, cuts or some or the other injury. It’s like they are an integral part of my life and I just cannot live without them.   Like when I was little (about…

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    Aye Chashmish!

    When I was about 4 years old, my parents noticed that there was something wrong in the way I looked at things – literally! They noticed that I would squint in order to focus, get really close to the TV, have my nose pressed against the paper when I would draw and other such symptoms that were alarming enough. I…

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    Dreaded Mornings

    Ever since I remember, I’ve had a love-hate relationship (mostly hate) with mornings. The worst thing that could’ve happened to me as a child (mind you, I’m the youngest of 3 siblings and I fractured my hand when I was 3 and again at 26) was morning school. My school would start at 7:15 AM which meant that I HAD…