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Every year in school we had to write that essay — “India’s Growing Population: A Boon or a Curse.”  It wasn’t really a debate. The answer was pre-decided. It was a boon because India has a young population. More hands to work. That line was sacred. I wrote it every year like a patriotic parrot. What I didn’t understand then was that having more hands only works if there are enough chairs. India’s median age today is around 28 — one of the youngest among major economies. Econo

My dad never said,“Beta, I’m emotionally exhausted. I need a break.” My grandfather didn’t “burn out.”He just… slept and woke up and lived. So what exactly are we  recovering from? The New Full-Time Job: Existing Today we’re tired even before work starts.Why? Because we never stop working—not our bodies, not our brains, not even our thumbs. Slack at night.WhatsApp during dinner.Emails that begin with “Quick question”  and end your will to live. And after surviving this circus

So today I learned something new: infidelity is a disease  — but only if it happens in my  family.If it happens in someone else’s, it’s called “life.” Nice. Welcome to India — where double standards come free with chai . But let’s get real for a moment. A few days ago, I was running late — like every sane Indian who believes they have 20 minutes to spare before life collapses. Then I saw a minor accident . Minor accident. Major human. On the ground. My moral compass did what

So I had a dream.Nothing poetic. No white horses. Just a very loud thought: Am I true to my feelings? Or do I just run on autopilot with a fake smile and passive-aggressive tea pouring? Because let’s be honest — once you're in a relationship, or a marriage, or become a mother...Your entire emotional system shifts from “I feel” to “We must.” “We have guests.”“We should attend this wedding.”“We can’t say no to family.” Oh really?Because I want to lie on the floor like a potato

Women, Men, and the Legendary Kitchen Wars Let me say this as a woman: I deeply believe in equality.If Palla isn’t important for me, it’s not automatically important for my bhabhi just because she’s a woman and “ladkiyon ka kaam hota hai.” But.And it’s a big but. In my own life I’ve seen something interesting (and mildly exhausting): Men often keep it…simple.They’re like: “Khana ban gaya? Great. I’ll eat, burp, and watch something.” Women, on the other hand, are managing 47

I woke up today with a head full of smoke and a heart full of static. The honest mood is anger—unseasoned, unfiltered. But anger in India comes marinated in sadness. Because how long can you keep yelling into a traffic jam? We’re told “population is a problem.” Sure. But more people can also mean more hands, more ideas, more hearts. In our case it somehow means more files, more queues, more stamps, more “come tomorrow.” The math is simple: we don’t have a population problem a

(aka: Congratulations, You’ve Just Unlocked Womanhood — Period Edition!) You know that moment when life is going great — you’re playing outside, carefree, the world feels like a Rasna ad — and suddenly the universe says, “Surprise! Here’s blood. Every month. Forever.” Welcome to The Period Club . Entry is free, exit is never. No loyalty points, no user manual, just cramps, cravings, and chaos. Breaking News: 355 Million Women Bleed. World Still Shocked. India has 355 million

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From the moment we’re born, strangers descend upon us like we’re some kind of free trial product. First thing they do? Touch your cheeks....

I I’ve realised one thing: if something isn’t written in your kismat, don’t chase it. I lost my grandfather, my father, and then someone...

You know what’s the biggest problem in India? No, not potholes, not corruption, not even Arnab Goswami’s blood pressure. It’s the fact...

Last week, I had a spiritual awakening in the most divine of places—👉 a hospital emergency ward at 2 a.m. Between the aroma of Dettol,...

Next time I pick a crayon, I won’t skip the black one. I might even colour my happy house black — and give it a glittery door. Because now, thanks to her, I finally see it: Black is not the absence of colour. It’s the confidence to be one.

Once upon a time, hitting the road came with a standing joke: “Dal and chawal packed separately? Don’t worry — Gurgaon roads will stir...

His mother still thinks he’s a baby.And to be fair… so does his behaviour. Clothes? Scattered like it's Holi.Towel? On the bed, like a...

We all start the same, don’t we? Study hard. Get a job. Be “successful.” (Except some girls — who choose the lifelong internship called...