I would like to share my story on how I quit my full-time job as a High School Teacher and an Academic Coordinator to become an organic farmer. I am an award winning blogger and an aspiring homesteader on a journey towards zero waste and a self-proclaimed food safety activist. My small half acre farm on the outskirts of Chennai is where I grow my organic vegetables and have plans of developing it into a self-sustaining space. My farmhouse is

We belong to the phone ? Or the phone belongs to us? It has been ten odd days that I have been without a  phone now. A device that has been my constant companion for years now. Yeah ! Did I say anything wrong? Isn’t that the case really for many of us. All of us, perhaps. So, when my phone crapped on the evening of 31st December, I was crestfallen. What to do, now? How am I going to

The world has changed and to be a woman today I feel it has become both liberating and challenging all at once. In terms of the expectations –  a woman is expected to be perfect at anything she takes up and excel at it. This adds a lot of pressure – self-imposed often times, but pressure it is. Via Dream Catchers which I founded 7 years ago, I have been able to provide a platform for women to feel confident,

M Are you stuck in a rut? Most of us are at some point in our lives. As we grow older, there are more responsibilities and sometimes it seems like a never ending cycle of tasks and activities that we do, almost automatically. We wonder, how do we change? What can make that difference to make life better. The good news is – Life is meant to be lived in abundance! Yes, it’s true. Doesn’t matter in what situation you

Beauty was a young girl who loved roses. She used to live with her step sister, step mother and her father. Their abode was a beautiful, spacious bungalow. Beauty used to go to the rose garden and water the roses every single day.  One day Beauty’s father asked her and her elder sister.  “What do you want as a gift?”  “Dear father, please bring me a beautiful shiny diamond”, replied the elder one.  The father nodded his head in affirmation

Another year comes to an end. Another year begins in a few hours. Yet again that time, when I sit back and make resolutions. Do you? I guess, we all do. Some say. Some don’t. Some put it across in the Facebook. Some write it in the diary. Some save it in some folder of their laptop. And, some in that tenant-less corner of the heart. I keep it in my heart. No…no, nothing secretive. Just like that. Yu hi

I grew up in a defence estate. I grew up with friends who belonged to different castes, creed, religions and spoke different languages. I never bothered. In fact we never bothered. We ate and spent time together. Like one. There was a sense of oneness. My neighbours were Christians. And hence Christmas was a festival close to my heart. Yeah, I never went to church for the prayers, but I did everything else that would make me a part of

It would not only be difficult but extremely challenging if your eyes were blindfolded and you were asked to paint on canvas. But Krupa Shah, an artist with a mission, firmly believes that art has a higher purpose in life. For the past 4 weeks, she has been teaching a bunch of visually impaired kids how to paint. Using painting as a medium of expression, she is teaching them that life is all about taking up challenges and showing the

Social media is part and parcel of our lives now. We cannot possibly think of days without connecting with people on social media. Facebook, especially has become home to us. It has become a place of banter. A place to meet new people and most importantly, a place to seek validation. My question is simple. Is the validation that we seek from social media slowly becoming a reason for our sadness and happiness? I believe it is. Let’s not deny

Here she comesUnmasked, UnveiledShedding all her inhibitionsBared, NakedDisplaying her scarred soulTo the world ,With no fear of losing anythingAfter all the years of suppressionEnough is enough. Enough of being politically correctMasking, HidingPretending, CoveringAnd fakingEnough is enough, she said. Even though she was stripped awayLayer by layersBruised and brokenWings being clippedHands being tied upAnd her voice being silencedBy the so called the self proclaimedSaviours of the societyBy those who whoDominated the women for yearsBut she decides not take it anymoreSuppressed for