This is for all those men who raised questions regarding celebrating International women's day : BECAUSE SHE IS She wears invisible hurt on her quaint heart, A reminiscence of a not-so-glorious past. Can there be an unscathed mind? Seething pain keeps residual angst alive. She laughs, cries, she purports and roars, Yes, she is a…

Nine Lives

    TODAY: 8 PM : 29th FLOOR TERRACE, KADAMBARI APARTMENT, SOUTH MUMBAI : “It would just serve him right ," Kruthika's contorted mind ran amok, thinking of ways to avenge her insult. Twisting tiny knots of her beige dupatta between her trembling hands, she balanced her feet on the thin ledge on the parapet of the dim-lit…

Why it was good to be raised by a pair of ‘uneducated’ parents

Manmeet Narang

For the longest time I have considered myself unprivileged in terms of education I received. Both my parents barely passed school, college was just a dream they refuse to talk about either out of shame or due to fading memory. Even though they had left no stone unturned to admit me in the best school of the small town of Ludhiana, I felt my parents were ‘incapable’ to support me at times when they ‘should’ have been resolved my issues.

Like in grade ninth if I was battling with trigonometry alone in my room under the lamp light, my best friend had her father sitting next to her showing step by step the method which we both had not tried to understand in the class. But what we did is a different matter, what my parents should have done is the key you see! So I felt small and lived…

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