Raising Queens
I’m a hoarder. I connect emotions to things. They don’t have to be expensive things. They usually are not. A dried leaf that fell on
I’m a hoarder. I connect emotions to things. They don’t have to be expensive things. They usually are not. A dried leaf that fell on
Despite my daily being organised and sans any majors scheduling disasters (except this past Monday. Let’s not even go there!) I still feel rather lost
I’ve cried, stunned and nearly fell off the sofa reading this mind-blowing book. I’ve been giving my husband the stink eye to have shared it
I found him. From his brief time at Sihala where he was filling in for someone. I found him. Without a name or a reference.
Have you ever felt your gut churn at what seems to be logically the best way forward? Or your stomach jump up and dance at
I started writing this the day School of Education Staff said farewell to Tahir and Shaila on a Zoom call but couldn’t finish it in
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Life is tougher for mothers. Where we make a woman unwelcome in the world, preconceived notions keep her betrothed to near ritualistic traditions, unable to even swim the vastness of their own mind to decide what they feel. Instead, they’re only told what they’re feeling and that too in no uncertain words. Here’s a tight whack to that.