Marketing Consultant & Writer
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The Break-Up
I’m going to disappoint you. But you knew that already. It is not as if I didn’t struggle with the decision. I did. For days together. I thought I was strong enough to make up my mind and carry on. But it wasn’t easy to give up what you and I have. Even as I…
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Note to self #1
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I want to own my scar, and you can help.
Every scar tells a story. I have a cousin with a scar across the length of his scalp from breaking open his skull in a bike accident. I once met a mother who proudly wears her cesarean scar as a mark of having carried life within her. I know someone who has a scar from…
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Being tolerant to being Punjabi.
Bright colours, strains of traditional Punjabi songs and the latest Bollywood hits sum up a Punju (short and sweet for Punjabi) wedding for most ‘South Indians’ like me. The verbally brash purists amongst us even call it loud and overdressed. But when I travelled to Delhi and joined the wedding celebrations for my friend of…
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Blushing Pink
After a rather strenuous trek in Bhutan, I knocked on the door of a cafe, in the hope to find something to eat. What I found instead was a tiny little person in pink. I had just returned from the mesmerising beauty that is the Taktsang Monastery, but this little one’s quiet charm looked more…
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Shower Thoughts #1
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A white cat, an autorickshaw and a life lesson.
Life lessons come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes it runs across your path and bring your autorickshaw to a screeching halt. Yes, this happened on a trip to Mumbai – the city that never sleeps and, come to think of it, doesn’t much like stopping either. While I was on my way to a…
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Pilgrimage to happiness.
It is always heart warming to find beauty in people that transcends the beauty around them. I met this adorable duo on a trek to Taktsang Monastery and they signified everything that was beautiful about the people of Bhutan – a kind smiling face, warmth, respect for tradition and inclusiveness, which is so hard to…
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One hundred thousand flames of hope.
She was a picture of serenity in a room full of oil lamps. Sat there smiling, even with temperatures hitting the roof along with the smoke. She lit more than 10,000 lamps a day over ten days, to reach the magic number at this beautiful Lhakhang (temple). A number she and her husband promised to…
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