In college, everyone teased her about her weight. She was aware that she more fuller than the others. She defended the soft bullying by making jokes about herself. Most were drawn to…
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Eyes are the mirror to your soul. With India steadily increasing in an upward curve of COVID-19 death rates, more masked men and women are going about their business (including many who…
Today we’re thrilled to announce the launch of MoodyMo Awaaz, our heart to heart Podcast, from me to you! Each episode of MoodyMo Awaaz is a journey through the minds and lives…
A quick update this time rather than a blog post! I did the script and voiceover for a video as part of a campaign for the brilliant clothing brand The Meraki World.…
As I drove out of the city, a weary traveller, away from the restrictive spaces of concrete, monstrous buildings and the material possessions that have begun owning me more than me owning…
She gently nudged him, as she whispered into his ears, letting her warm breath engulf him. He shuddered as he turned around to catch her black kohl eyes and smudged sindoor on…
Living for the day and holding it in my palms, is what I feel today, as I walk into the Levitate store on this rainy morning of damp Bangalore. If it takes…
It was a hot summer noon in Delhi and we decided to meet over coffee. As I walked into the crowded snaky lane of Shahpur Jat, I recalled the little unknown spot…
It’s the summer noon and the mood is frisky. I look out into the bright sun. The summer wardrobe special is always the whites, pastels and the one polka dot dress. It…
The May summer has the brightest sun pouring into every nook and corner of my room. The leaves look parched and the cry of the thirsty bird engulfs my being. As I…
It was a WhatsApp message from my friend Akshika and a missed call. After long I was excited, smiling and curious. I was returning from London after meeting my son and one…
It’s that time of the year again. When the roots come barging into my being. I never knew how it had such a stronghold in the essence of me being me. Today…
As I looked out of the window, the strong iron bars that went crisscross over the mesh stopped me from forcing myself out of that boundary into the horizon. This had become…
I just switched off the pause button inside my head. The unbridled thoughts of years came gushing out like river that been halted midway in its mad flow. The big wall that stopped the…
”I hope the leaving is joyful; and I hope to never return” Frida Kahlo was an iconic artist from Mexico who painted portraits, of pain and passion. Women all over will remember her…
Invaders since history have plundered and destroyed in a macho desire to establish their identity. And while establishing identity of their separate culture they also have left footprints of their rich art…
Yet, again and again, I am drawn into the colours that just beckons me. It’s a rack full of clothes and I find myself feeling the fabric and staring at this particular…
Remembering the cold winter morning of my childhood in Shillong, is really like a kaleidoscope. As I sit basking in the city sun, Sankranti seems like a leaf out of the many…
The great stories of the Indian Railways and the people you meet along that journey who became a distant memory and some crazy stories that remain indelibly marked in your head forever.…
I have a phobia of dressing up for weddings because as much fun it is to look every part the celebratory you and all the congratulations that you need to say to…
Let me begin with folded hands and express how truly blessed I feel with you all. I am here today because of you. My heart is full of gratitude, with your support.…
As an adolescent, I used to watch the contraption that Ma used at home to make my Kajal. She held the contraption called the kajolota over a Diya that burnt to its…
Reaching the wiser side of 40 is when you have shed so much of your inhibitions and you discover the unhindered part of your personality that was hindered so long. You have…