Anupama Dalmia is a 30-time award winning blogger, author, serial entrepreneur, social influencer, creative writing mentor, choreographer and crazy mommy to a 5-year-old. She is a Karamveer Chakra (Silver) awardee which is a global civilian honour presented by International Confederation of NGOs in association with United Nations. She is also a Sheroes Champion and motivates a community of 15 million women through her posts. She is a certified Amazon Influencer with her own storefront of recommendations on Amazon. She has been featured among the top bloggers and influencers of India on multiple coveted platforms, magazines and newspaper dailies.
There was an irrefutable magnetism surrounding Sahana. With an alluring persona and a boisterous demeanor, she was the centre of attraction at her workplace. She was a free bird who lived alone on her own terms and often ended up sloshed during her weekly midnight parties at the most happening pubs in town. Reya, her colleague, used to envy her carefree lifestyle and many a time wished they could switch places.
With quivering fingers, a dewy-eyed Reya held the thin sheet of paper. The mask was off. It was Sahana’s suicide note which read – “Loneliness killed me”.
Hidden emotional abuse in a marriage (no scar, no swollen eye!) often goes unnoticed. This normalizes the insidious violence, and can cause the affected women to hide things from their spouses.
A few days back, on one of the parenting forums on Facebook, a woman had posted about how she asks the courier delivery man to come some other time with her online shopping parcel if her husband is at home at that point. Continue reading Emotional Abuse in Marriage – Real Stories→
At the very outset, I want to mention that I am not really a fan of most of the cast and crew of Veere Di Wedding. It was the controversy reeking trailer, that aroused my interest in this movie because there was something in it that struck a chord within me.
The Perils Of Being Moderately Famous is a refreshing, breezy and compelling read. It is a heart-warming collection of personal essays from the various walks of life of the author. I have often wondered about how it must be to be known as someone’s sister or someone’s daughter or someone’s sister-in-law, and this book answers all this and more.
He tenderly caressed her cheeks which had turned crimson red. Her heartbeat had accelerated and sweat ran in rivulets down her back. And then, all of a sudden, panic slithered inside her. She felt a gnawing, stomach-churning twinge and turned around to scurry out as fast as she could. But, her body seemed to betray her emotions and her legs froze. Continue reading The Homecoming→
Mother’s Day! This day is special to me for more than the obvious reasons. Call it destiny’s decree that it was on this day I saw the two pink lines which transformed my core. Months later, my daughter sashayed her way into our lives and became the epicentre of our world with her exuberance and delightful impishness. Continue reading Let us stop the glorification and unburden mothers – Happy Mother’s Day→
I was ambling through the lanes of my residential complex. The cool breeze was ruffling through the stray strands of my unkempt hair. After long, I was in the therapeutic company of my solitude. I was at peace. A rare moment indeed for a parent of a toddler! While the boisterous tiny tot was engrossed in entertaining her grandparents at our abode, I was trying to savour every bit of my treasured ‘me-time’.
It was my 2nd week post partum when the discomfort had begun. My nipples were so sore and sensitive that I had lamented about not having the strength to continue breastfeeding in the presence of my lactation consultant. And here I am, writing about my breastfeeding journey of 3 years today! I don’t know if words can do justice to this journey which has been exigent and fulfilling, with steep falls and euphoric highs. But, it’s only these words which can prove to be cathartic for me in my current state of dishevel. Continue reading When My Daughter Was Ready To Let Go Of Breastfeeding But I Wasn’t→
