Perspectives...

"Life's roughest storms prove the strength of our anchors" Twilight was my favorite time of the day growing up. As a teen, I would be extremely busy through the day but when twilight would come, I would quieten  down and spend sometime just staring out into the scenery in the beautiful background of black and blue. I remember earnestly waiting for the time. And it would come everyday, rain or shine. Reminded me that all is well with the world no matter what happened in my own world. Much later in my life, I realized that the time of the day acted as an anchor for my life.  As a single working girl, I developed a ritual of brewing chai every evening. No matter how the day went, I would look forward to the time of the day. I would give up on highly popular after work drinking sessions to just be home for this time. When I got married, my husband and I looked forward to the time of the day when I would brew chai and we would sip for it for an hour, talking about ...

"Everyday may not be good but there is something good in everyday" One of the biggest struggles of growing up for me was getting used to the concept of "everyday life". Age 12-22 is sort of a goal oriented life and everyday counts towards this big kaboom!(or not!) When everything in life will be beautiful and you wake up in the morning jubilant with so much money to spend and so much happiness to be had. When we wont have to strive or struggle anymore and we can just relax in peace. Getting through undergrad, grad school, getting a job - we are on the goal drug. Drug that keeps us focused on this future goal. When we open our eyes in the morning to moment we hit the bed , we are overcome by this drive to get to that end goal.  Right about the time when I got my first job, I felt on the top of the world. The new people, the money in my account magically appearing every month, the laptop that a stranger just handed to me, the feeling of being of value - that...

Feminism is not my favorite topic. I just don't think its worth the discussion. May be because I was never made to feel like its a topic of concern. Growing up, there was never a question of me being treated  as an equal with my older brother. It's only when I went out of my home, there was so much content about equality or lack there of. I heard stories about my families and the generations past. Even though there was some degree of separation to the hurt and anger that the gender bias caused, I could faintly imagine what that could be like. But coming out in the world has made this topic more relevant for sure but the noise around it turns me off very often.  But something ticked me off when I was listening to Elizabeth Gilbert on a fine Sunday morning. For the uninitiated, she is the author of Eat, Pray, Love. Now if you just sighed when you heard that, what she has done since is, to me, far more remarkable than her bestselling memoir. She has stirred something in...