Terrible tales of our weighing scales…

In the era where there is a public outrage against “overweight ism”, and out burst against body shaming due to few increased pounds, I’m here to tell tales about the undisclosed frustrations of thin-shaming and skinny shaming.. 5.3” tall and 42 kgs…it’s ME. Why have you become so thin? Is the first compulsory 10 mark question I have been answering all through my life. The … Continue reading Terrible tales of our weighing scales…

Tiny stories

I love to paint and write. Here I am, bringing both my favorite things together #tellingtales Continue reading Tiny stories

Siblings and secrets..S for Sathya..

People who have grown up with a brother or sister at home will have innumerable memories. Those which hold the power to moisten your eyes and curve your lips. Those that are a gateway to reminisce about your childhood days, innocence, childishness and a carefree life where the only commitment was to eat, study and sleep. Once the 3 boxes were checked off, we had … Continue reading Siblings and secrets..S for Sathya..

H for Home…The place I grew up.

H for Home….Generally, conception of good beliefs and faith in a person are an impact of the formative childhood years. It is believed that the family members, neighbourhood and places we live in, infuse a certain wisdom, culminating in a metamorphosis by which the adulthood is attained.I grew up wanting to explore places, experience multiculturalism, learn different languages, meet lot of people. True to my … Continue reading H for Home…The place I grew up.