Body image, Beauty perceptions & standards, Sex, Sexuality, Reproductive health, Physical fitness
I live a charmed life. I stumbled onto something I loved doing and that, coincidentally I was also good at. It happened late enough that I had had enough time to pick up an education and a world view so I wouldn’t grow up into a unidimensional adult. And it…
A hair accessory incited so much harassment from strangers and friends alike, it unwittingly became my crown of thorns.
I wrote about several Human Resources professionals I’d known. A friend in the space shared it on his network which brought up some angry reactions.
No, this is serious. I am friend, businesswoman, creative thinker, socially aware voice, family woman, hot single girl, gal pal and a host of other things.
N is for noir fiction (my first attempt). And N is also for a Nice Guy.
I wanted to do something dark and all the E words I could think of, were positive & bright. Exuberant. Elaborate. Excess. A friend suggested EVIL. How did I *not* think of that?
I’m writing a short story everyday as part of April A2Z challenge. Each day’s prompt is a different letter of the alphabet.
Why was there blood on the dance floor? Because Susie had her period. Ha, bloody ha.
Power play – a poem.
I miss the Mumbai of my childhood. I suppose I’ll have to stop calling it ‘amchi Mumbai’ and shift to ‘maari Mumbai’ or ‘saddi Mumbai’ instead.