My confidence is my pair of heels,
To me there are layers and peels.
My perception of the world is the kohl of my eye,
My dreams are the permanent mascara I apply.
The blusher on my cheeks is every life I touch,
Every smile is my precious jewel that I fondly clutch.
My imperfections and scars make me feel beautiful from within,
I am a not so Plain Jane who is comfortable in her own skin.
~ Anupama Dalmia ~
It was a misty, dreary morning. There was something off about the day. The cook had called in sick at the last moment. I had an article submission deadline to meet. And then my periods arrived just in time, as if to fan the flames. As I tried to gather the scattered ‘me’, my few months short 5-year-old spilled a bottle of juice on the floor, inadvertently of course.
Continue reading My daughter knows I am not a superwoman and that makes me a better parent
That empty feeling has become a part of me. Indispensable to my existence. It gives me the fuel to keep running through the mundane. I do not feel exhausted anymore because there is nothing remaining to get drained out from within.
The moment someone starts filling the gaps and voids, I begin to feel uneasy, unsettled, sometimes even anxious. This unknown space is deceptive. I know the bliss is temporary. Which is why I dash into the emptiness again – that feeling of nothing, but a comfortable nothing.
~ Anupama Dalmia ~
Dressed in an alluring red gown,
To rave it up, she let her hair down.
Serenity embossed on her face, she sat in repose;
Click, smile, click smile – she dazzled every pose.
Book Details
Author: Tanushree Ghosh
Publication House: Readomania
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Review
Once in a while, there comes a book which compels you to read and re-read it because there is so much more to it than what is visible on paper. “From An-other Land: Making home in the land of dreams” by author Tanushree Ghosh is one such book which made me ponder, wonder and surrender to peel its layers and read between the lines. The theme of the book is all the more relevant in today’s times post the 2016 US elections.
Continue reading Book Review – From Another Land by Tanushree Ghosh
I am not a devout person in the conventional sense of the word. My understanding of the various religious rituals is pretty rudimentary. Not something to be proud of I know.. but also not something that bothers me in any way. I do believe in God. I do pray. But in my own way, much to the chagrin of those who expect others to believe in their beliefs.
Continue reading God is not the destination but the path to connect to the divine power within me
Period Talk! One would think that a mother of a 4-year-old girl would not have much to share on this subject. I concur because I have still not reached that stage when a parent actually gets into the elucidation of the biological process and the other nitty-gritty of menstruation to the child.
But, should period talk start only once a child is nearing puberty?
A few days ago, I was invited as the Chief Guest for the valedictory function of the Inter-College Fest held at an established college in my city. Saying that I was overwhelmed would be an understatement.
I went there unprepared because impromptu speeches bring out the best in me. I still remember getting hit with a sense of deja-vu the moment I set my foot inside the college campus. Been there, done that! You get the drift, I am sure.
Continue reading Uncovering pearls of wisdom from my own journey
A few weeks back, one of my cousins called me up in a distraught state. She had recently joined an organization but wanted to quit because she had been facing sexual harassment at the hands of her manager. When I urged her to raise this with the HR department, she revealed that she had already taken that route but to no avail. To make matters worse, her colleagues had begun to gossip about the matter and she couldn’t take the murmurs all around anymore. Sounds familiar, isn’t it?
Continue reading CHALLENGES IN IMPLEMENTING POSH ACT AT WORKPLACES
The atmosphere was abuzz with the boisterous banter between them. They giggled. They crackled. They chortled. They rolled. She hurtled around the park tickling the other kids, while trying to escape their tickles.
