Call me a s*cker, aka devotee of misery, but I love failures! I do get it; it’s not a good feeling to fail at something. But for me, it lasts for a good 6 minutes and 23 seconds. After that, I get extremely excited about what’s next! The primary reason I could write my book! …
In our society, we are constantly under the radar of judgment. constantly trying to prove our worth. So as a young adult, when my blood was hot and so was my mind, I often questioned why we as women were encouraged to be “superwomen,” bearing all the pain, mental stress, emotional distress, and struggles. Why …
I am not very good at taking advice, solely because I think I know it all most of the time, except when I am stuck with a failed recipe or when I am caught gossiping about someone while that someone casually walks up from behind me; in such cases, I do seek advice from none …
Throughout my childhood, I was one of those kids at school whose lunchbox was always at risk of falling into the hands of those who didn’t have their own. Everyone in my class used to wonder what I was having for lunch until recess. On several occasions, I was groped and mobbed while my lunch …
As a tiny tot, I was praised enough. I was much vaunted and celebrated every day by both my parents, equivocally and I often doubted if they wanted to match wits for who praised me more as if they needed to impress me! But anyhow, I was bucketed with adulation just like funfetti on a …