The Confessions of a Shopaholic

The credit card, a magic wand that opens the door to a woman’s paradise, the mall! Why paradise? Because everything about a mall is attractive and beautiful! The smell of fancy perfumes, perfectly lined cosmetic counters, gorgeous dresses arranged to satiate your desires; all calling out, ‘TRY ME!’ Shh…! Not kidding, you can hear them!…

The Game We Call Love

On hearing the bell ring, she sprang up. She realised that she had been asleep for quite some time now. The cheap vodka had done its job. It had put her off to sleep, ensuring she could silence the million restless voices in her head. So far, the morning had been terrible and as she…

Embracing the Pain

Every girl is excited to have a fairytale teenage, where she can fly like a free bird, take risks, fall, explore her identity, make mistakes, get love, make friends and memories. Memories that she could cherish for lifetime. The little 15 year old wanted the same beautiful chapter to be inked in the books of…

I never needed to be ‘empowered’, I never will.

I cannot say if I was ever ‘empowered’, but indeed I have ‘empowered’ my fellow beings, the beautiful souls who have crossed my life in a certain way and made a difference. And I take pride in that!