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Of radios, morning walks and stories – how I choose to remember Dadu


I can picture my paternal grandfather – or Dadu – as I called him, without even bothering to close my eyes. I can see him lounging, a head full of grey hair wearing a simple white dhoti with a green or brown or blue border, and an equally white kurta, with his poite peeping despite… Continue reading Of radios, morning walks and stories – how I choose to remember Dadu

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Mission to civilize : Feminism


Every time I watch The Newsroom (which is a lot) and I hear Will McAvoy passionately declare his “mission to civilize”, my heart resonates. Every damn time. After all, don’t I pompously position myself at a higher moral ground than the yelling, biting, scratching and bitching crowd I am surrounded with? Over the last few years,… Continue reading Mission to civilize : Feminism

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Stay safe, but don’t hide!


Disclaimer : Long rant coming up. You have been warned. I was only 7-years-old when my gender came up in a conversation with my parents. This was right after an ‘uncle’ who befriended me in the hotel restaurant, walked me to an empty hotel room because he wanted to do ‘good things’ to me. I… Continue reading Stay safe, but don’t hide!