Life
Three years of Blogchatter and Counting
When I was growing up my grandmother (my nani jee) firmly believed that I would be the one who would make name for family legacy. She believed it so much that an eight year old me decided that I deserved no less than a national holiday on my birthday in times to come....
Why an EMI free Year could Get You Your Dream home
Investing in real estate is not an easy job. It takes tons of research and well backed up projects to take this gigantic leap of faith. Previously I have written all about my first property purchase. But since the time I wrote that post to now, which is roughly one...
Why Adulting is a tough take in Thirties
It is an average Saturday for most of us. But not for me, I am sitting in my chair - taking a much needed half a day off from work, out of which most time I spent talking to my Dad. In an honest account of my childhood, my relationship with my Dad has been .. for a...
Was our anger for Nirbhaya in 2012 – politically motivated?
I was visiting Red Fort with my sister and husband for a light and sound show in 2013, late evening. When suddenly out of nowhere I remembered that the road right across the Fort was one of the routes that dreaded Nirbhaya bus had taken, when she was being raped...
An Uncommon Love that Saved me
One of the rarest gifts both my parents helped me achieve was extreme forms of self-confidence, which never bordered on foolhardiness. And yet, when I lost one of them to a sudden act of God, it was this self-confidence that took first hit. I had lost my mother to...