She stood bent over her years. Long hair, large eyes,and lips that constantly sang her every-morning hymn for Krishna. Her prayers to the lord were to pass her over to the other…

She stood bent over her years. Long hair, large eyes,and lips that constantly sang her every-morning hymn for Krishna. Her prayers to the lord were to pass her over to the other…
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…
“Dogs never bite me. Just humans”– Marilyn Monroe Hugh Hefner launched his ground-breaking first edition of Playboy magazine that sold millions of copies with the famous cover shot of a nude Marilyn…
George Floyd, a black man, was killed in cold blood by a cop in Minnesota. There are allegations that he refused to listen to the cops and that he was inebriated, and…
To remember Manto is to remind oneself of an era in black & white. The stories by the man/writer/activist who wrote against hypocrisy that society is surrounded in. Even today his writings…
Ten years have passed and I can still clearly recall my three month trip to the USA. My memory is aided by the fact that my first stopover was in Las Vegas. …
I recall one summer noon, as I sat in my balcony engrossed in my thoughts. I had lost track of all the dog ears I had created in my book. I had…
What might Ma Annapurna Devi have written to Pandit Ravishankarji on his birthday, if she could? ❧ Dear Panditji, Wishing you a very happy birthday today. On 7th April 1920, you were…
I am bombarded with videos of clumsy husbands in kitchens, songs of grit and prayers to the universe. The one forward of a video for the campaign #MaskForAll, for this COVID-19 Pandemic, has…
Crossing over the Atlantic Ocean and into the lap of the Atlas mountain range lies the magical land of Morocco. As the flight touched the runway, my mind was running amok with…
Grass is always greener on the other side and in some cases, it is greener and dreamier by your side. The majestic Devarayanadurga Mountains were looming ahead as I navigated my way…
We start our mornings in a rush, often thinking about the little worries sitting on our shoulders, which is the very core of our existence. We cease to acknowledge the transient nature…
Yes, it is the season of lights. It’s festive with a general feel of the Diwali bonhomie all over the air. It is this time of the year when all the invitations…
It is again that time of the year. When the sun sets with a special hue reminding us of Durga Puja, visible to the discerning Bengali eye of nostalgia. The air in…
The Evil Eye is synonymous with the city of Istanbul. Everywhere you go, you are surrounded with the evil eye staring at you. The Turkish believe it as the good “djinn” that…
As I tie my Manipuri sarong over my waist, I was transported to the calm Loktak Lake where the ripples on the calm water is a camouflage of the constant anger of…
As she walked into the train compartment, she saw the gaps in between the bogies. Mrinalini often wondered what would happen if the connecting iron chains would disentangle and the compartment would…
As I walk out into the burning scorching sun of the summer Calcutta home, I leave my trail of the sari palla falling and failing behind me. I failed as a woman…
Love me like no other will. Behold me like no other will. In my madness give me my sanity. When you see my undone hair, falling over my face and shoulders. Don’t…
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 once again take familiar steps into the known terrain of the North Eastern hills of India, I realise having grown up among the Khasi and Jaintia hill folk. It has…
As I entered the dark dank space of my grandmother’s room, I opened the creaking window meshed and unmeshed with cobwebs shining in the soft supple sun rays. Those cobwebs seemed to…
I was navigating my path ahead with trepidation. I knew all along nothing about this relationship was okay. It was a narcissistic, mind-numbing experience. It always a game of who won that…
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 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…