The new normal, COVID 19 gave me a chance to validate, who I thought I could be versus who I really can be. Life is made up of infinite choices, not everyone gets a chance to showcase the courage, confidence, clarity they possess. Ours is an organization which caters pure drinking water to communities at affordable cost indiscriminately. Calling ourselves essential workers and emergency responders at this hour, we choose to work, adding another layer of burden and responsibility with

A short, engaging story to boost our positivity during these times by our very own and dear Avinash Gujral “Light at the end of the tunnel “– a very positive thought during this period of uncertainty and darkness—- but obsessed as I am with the distant past (my way of avoiding the present reality and fighting lockdown blues), the mere mention of ‘tunnel’ sent me to my childhood days. I had read a very humorous story of a small boy who

“Karma, when properly understood, is just the mechanics through which consciousness manifests.” – Deepak Chopra Here is a short poem on Karma.  Karma: This is a powerful word. Seldom do we understand it’s power. The world would be a better place if we took it more seriously.  “Boomerang” A seed is planted knowingly, unknowingly sometimes.As you pass your deed into obscurityand walk on your desired paths. Sudden failure, a loss cometh upon you.You don’t know who to blame?pointing fingers every

My mum would often say – No one’s indispensable. And this was an oft-repeated statement every time we moved house or city and school. I used to be inconsolable with every change and this statement just made it tougher. It was a cruel realisation that propelled me into growing up. Then came hostel and a rigorous curriculum. Not only was I on my own but I had to juggle studies, battle loneliness and survive hostel politics and bad food. This

Gratitude. Tolerance. Compassion. We are now fully feeling the impact of the COVID-19 pandemic. We’re all stretched in all directions, a little bit flustered — or a lot flabbergasted. My favourite poet- Maya Angelou has quoted this beautifully and so relevant in today’s time: “My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humour and some style.” I wish I had more of all three of these

In the present scenario when the whole world is surviving this pandemic at their own level, we all are doing our best to tackle the situation, but self-care is what most of us ignore. As the saying goes, we can only give what we have – we can love someone only if we have love in our hearts, so to care for our near and dear ones, we need to first take care of ourselves. We can do this by:

A child gives birth to a mother And a mother was born She was amateur and callow Her life seemed a bit hollowVulnerable to the dreaded postpartum Luck turned her into a spartan Fear of being clumsy and confused She perpetually felt abusedShe didn’t know what to do With this bundle she just deliveredWho seems so selfish crying and howling Even as she quietly quivered Found no love for this being and no bondShe only waited  for a magic wand So she took each day as it cameAlone battling this

I am not ashamed to admit that I didn’t know how to cook. I picked up the skills on the way and can now proudly claim, I can cook to survive or may be a little better than that. I think everyone, and that means both genders, should learn to cook. You may not do it every day but it does give you the confidence that you can. And you never have to give in to the cook’s threats. This

Time is such a relative term. On one hand it seems that we’ve been under lock down forever. On the other hand, it seems just like yesterday when the second semester of my MFA started. Where did the twelve weeks go? This realization dawned on me when I was asked to submit my manifesto as a writer, on the last day of my classes. I have always been wary of comfort zones and the complacence they beget. My manifesto spoke

In love with this obscure flower since my childhoodautumn months filled my lane with her fragrance divineallured by its beauty and intoxicated by it’s scentI stood under that tree many a timesin awe of its beauty, colour and many tell-talesI vow to have one such tree in my own garden one day. Parijat – a tree from heaven as they sayethereal flowers with provoking fragrance.The Gods who themselves were smitten by her beautyfought amongst themselves to lay a claim.Harsingar she