Making Sense Of Miracles In The Anarchy
I’m turning 44. I survived trauma, 3 recessions, a pandemic. There are miracles, there is anarchy and amidst all that, there is sense.
I’m turning 44. I survived trauma, 3 recessions, a pandemic. There are miracles, there is anarchy and amidst all that, there is sense.
I read a gifted book after the one who gifted it left my life. It helped me understand what went wrong. We were lost in translation.
How I learnt to value deaths as I learnt to value life. What lies next to the pain of loss & fear of the unknown when it comes to death?
Have you ever had an office spouse? I did back when Indians were shy about gender, relationship labels and women in the workplace.
What does Benazir Bhutto have to do with me? We women of the subcontinent. My sisters, my friends.
We treat infidelity differently depending upon the gender of the cheater. How can we hold a uniform idea of justice across genders then?
What you say and how you say it, affects other people. Being sensitive to this can be empowering.
Why does heartbreak decimate self esteem? Where does shame sit in this pain? Can we heal from it instead of escaping its lessons?
Why does a woman have to earn a life of dignity through abuse & assault when men receive it as birthright?
An unexpected reunion made me have to think about people and the wounds we inflict on each other.