Vaagdevi Ravishankar

@ZohoCRM | Overthinker | Warning: I send long texts.

[Vaagdevi Ravishankar @Miss_Sonder]

Every time you feel down, make something productive out of it. Like cook a good meal or record a song or perhaps watch a movie. Don’t let it wear you down, use the energy for something nicer. Work hard to feel better.

PS: Don’t tweet about it either. This one’s an exception.

[Vaagdevi Ravishankar @Miss_Sonder]

While using Copilot, at times I wonder if I am the pilot or an onlooker-passenger.

[Vaagdevi Ravishankar @Miss_Sonder]

I know now why Twitter is renamed X.
For all the garbage here sometimes, especially after inappropriate Grok usage, all the trash talk and promoted tweets/AI generated nonsense, you just close (X) this app and go.

[Vaagdevi Ravishankar @Miss_Sonder]

Every time Claude says "now I have the full picture" and you believe it like you didn't learn your lesson from the previous time — is going be the cause of trust issues for future generations.

[Sassy Devil Dog 🔥 @VinoNStrosGal]

This is what quiet suffering looks like.

Not dramatic collapse, not screaming alarms, just a human being slowly adapting to something no body should have to adapt to.

What unsettles me is how many people become so accustomed to exhaustion, pain, breathlessness, dizziness, or feeling "off" that they stop asking,

“Is something wrong?" and start asking,

"How much more can I push through?"

The body whispers for a long time before it finally starts shouting.

[Dr. Priyam Bordoloi @DocPriyamMD]

Saw a patient today with a hemoglobin of 1.9 g/dL. For context, a level that low is almost incompatible with normal consciousness, but she walked right into the clinic on her own feet.

For three long years, she lived with crushing weakness and since last 6 months breathlessness from just walking across a room. Why didn’t she get help sooner? At first, it was because the kids had crucial school exams and later her husband was reluctant to deal with the hassle of a hospital admission.

Her health was treated as a background inconvenience.
When we dug deeper, it got worse. A year ago, her Hb was 6.4 g/dL. A doctor explicitly told them she needed immediate admission. The family refused, walked out with a basic strip of iron tablets, she took them for two weeks, forgot about them, and nobody in the house ever bothered to check on her or remind her.

She didn't even come to the hospital today because of the air hunger. She came because her periods had completely stopped for months. Her body was so profoundly starved of iron and oxygen that it literally shut down her reproductive axis just to divert what little blood she had left to her heart and brain.

It’s completely heartbreaking. A woman will literally bleed her body dry, gasp for air for years and keep working silently, only to be brought to a doctor when her normal functioning stops.

Please check on the women in your homes. Stop letting them normalize chronic exhaustion.

[Vaagdevi Ravishankar @Miss_Sonder]

Me, after refreshing Co-pilot on VS code after a Github incident, and realizing it doesnt have context to an extension we were trying to build for the past 4 hours.

[Vaagdevi Ravishankar @Miss_Sonder]

It's been over a year since I set alarms. Interestingly, my daughter is just over a year old. 🙃😬

[Sophia ❣️ @KeruboSk]

My mother-in-law demanded that I cook for her family party. I suggested hiring professional caterers and even offered to pay, but she refused. Apparently, I was expected to cook everything myself.

My husband backed her up, saying I should do it “to prove I was a good wife.”
She handed me a long shopping list and instructed me to start cooking at 4 a.m. I took it and didn’t say a word.
By 3 a.m., I was already at a bus station. I left without an explanation. Cooking alone for over 50 in-laws was never an option. They showed up to an empty kitchen. My mother-in-law kept calling nonstop. I didn’t answer.

I chose myself. I chose peace. And I chose to walk away from any place where love was measured by exhaustion and sacrifice was the entry fee to being called a “good wife.”

[Chidanand Tripathi @thetripathi58]

You've been blocking spam calls wrong this entire time.

Every time you decline, you confirm your number is active.

The calls multiply.

Here's what actually works:

[Pankaj @the2ndfloorguy]

last 48 hours were absolutely MAD 🤯

internet went wild over a weekend hack i built out of frustration. didn't expect it to blow up to 5m+

- blr city police reached out, planning to meet sometime this week
- flooded with dms from founders and other state police officials
- some DAMN big names in industry shared it
- unexpected early inbound interest for investment
- got interviewed by 4 top national tv news channels
- multiple newspapers picked it up and gave it solid space
- big digital media pages, radio stations, instagram accounts, and youtube channels shared
- thousands of people dmed saying this inspired them to build something of their own

my mom is gonna see me on tv for the first time, feels so good 😭

i'm actively working on the roadmap now since there’s real interest. the current setup is very hacky and early stage. will keep sharing updates here

genuinely overwhelmed by the love and support. if i’ve missed your message, i’ll get back once things settle a little 🙏

[Gaurav Pandhi @GauravPandhi]

In December 2012, a young woman was raped for hours in a moving bus in Delhi. She later died from her injuries. That moment shook India. Streets filled. Voices rose. The nation claimed its conscience had awakened.

At that very same time, somewhere in this country, a 15-year-old girl was growing up unaware that 13 years later she would face the same horror in NCR but this time in silence.

On 28 December 2025, a 28-year-old woman was gang-raped for over two hours in a moving van and thrown onto the road, broken and bleeding.

The crime was similar.
The brutality was the same.
But the society was different.

In 2012, we were outraged.
In 2025, we are numb.

More than 100 women are raped every single day in India. Not as headlines. Not as emergencies. Just as statistics we scroll past. This is not ignorance. This is moral exhaustion. A dead conscience.

A society that can no longer be shocked by violence against women has already failed them. And make no mistake: if this doesn’t disturb you, if it doesn’t anger you, if it doesn’t move you to demand change, then the crime isn’t happening somewhere else. It is happening within us, and in your mind.

The conscience must rise again.
Because every woman deserves a safer country. And every society that looks away deserves to be called out.

[💗 @ma1ybe]

My best friend left her husband of 3 years because she’s the one who’s been cooking and cleaning the house the whole time. She works the day shift and does all the household chores before her husband even gets home. Last week, she got home late because she had a doctor’s appointment (she’s pregnant), and when she walked in, this man didn’t even ask if she wanted dinner. He just made food for himself, ate right in front of her, and then started whining that she hadn’t prepared dinner and that he had to make it himself… People really show you in small ways that they don’t like you. Ladies please don't Marry men who hate you!

[The Best @TheBestqueenx]

While cleaning the paws of a pet dog, a stray dog ​​came over and offered his paw to the man with innocent eyes, asking to have his paws cleaned as well. ❤️❤️

[Simons @Simon_Ingari]

“Can I bring my baby to the interview?”

The message came in at 11 PM:

“Hi, I have an interview with you tomorrow at 2 PM. My childcare fell through. Can I bring my 8-month-old? I understand if you need to reschedule.”

Old me would have rescheduled.
Unprofessional. Distraction. Red flag.

New me replied:
“Absolutely. See you tomorrow.”

She showed up with her baby on her hip.
She apologized three times before even sitting down.

Ten minutes in, the baby started crying.
She tried to soothe him while answering questions.
She apologized again.

I stopped the interview and said:

“Hey. You’re managing a fussy baby, answering complex questions, and staying calm under pressure. That’s literally the job. Handling chaos while staying professional. You’re already proving you can do it.”

Her eyes filled with tears.

We hired her.

She’s been with us for a year now.
The most reliable team member we have.

Why?

Because when you’re used to handling a screaming infant at 3 AM and still showing up to work the next day, workplace stress feels like nothing.

Working parents, especially mothers, are some of the most organized, efficient, and resilient people you’ll ever hire.

Yet we lose them because our hiring processes are built for people with zero caregiving responsibilities.

If your interview process can’t accommodate a parent facing a childcare issue, you’re not filtering for professionalism.

You’re filtering for privilege.

[Vaagdevi Ravishankar @Miss_Sonder]

@CrazyVibes_1 She's beautiful 😍

[MAHARATHI @MahaRathii]

The thief pushed her mother to the ground and ran away after snatching her chain.

What happened next shocked everyone.🔥

A 14-year-old girl chased him down, caught him, and threw him to the ground. 👏❤️

After tuition, she was walking home with her mother at night, as they did every day. Suddenly, a man came from the opposite side, shoved her mother down, snatched her chain, and ran.

When she saw her mother lying on the road, she didn’t feel fear. She felt rage.

She didn’t think twice. She ran after the thief — through a busy road — nearly half a kilometre. And she caught him.

The karate she had been learning for the last five years became her strength.
In full public view, the thief was overpowered.

Meet Divya, from Muttar, Alappuzha, a Class 9 student of Kerala School, Vikaspuri, Delhi.

Her words say it all…. “More than the chain, I couldn’t control my anger when I saw my mother being pushed down.”

This incident once again reminds us why self-defence for girls is not optional — it is essential.

Salute to Divya ✊ And respect to this brave mother and daughter ❤️👏

Strength. Courage. Fearless India. 🇮🇳🔥

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

My mother-in-law said my quilt looks like a thrift store threw up on my bed, and I’ve never been more proud of anything in my life.
It took me two years to make this. Every single square is a different fabric, most of them from clothes my kids outgrew, old curtains, or tablecloths I found at estate sales. That orange floral print in the corner was my daughter’s first Easter dress. The dark blue paisley came from my husband’s shirt from our first date—the one with the torn pocket he refused to throw away until I finally cut it up for this.
My mother-in-law came over last week, took one look at my bedroom, and said, “It’s very busy, isn’t it?” in that tone she uses when she really means this is hideous and you have terrible taste. She said her quilts are all coordinated, matching fabrics, professional-looking. Said mine looks chaotic.
She’s right. It is chaotic.
It’s every phase of my life stitched together—squares that don’t match, colors that clash on purpose, patterns that argue with each other. I learned to quilt from YouTube videos at midnight after everyone went to sleep, pricking my fingers until they bled because I couldn’t figure out how to use a thimble properly.
I bought most of the backing fabric from someone’s destash sale online—eight yards of the perfect dark floral for twenty dollars. I found binding supplies online too, from a woman who quit quilting after her divorce and just wanted it all gone. We ended up messaging about our projects, and she showed me how to do proper mitered corners and sent me links to other quilters online who sell vintage fabric scraps.
My mother-in-law’s coordinated quilts sit in her linen closet, wrapped in plastic. Mine is on my bed every single night, covered in dog hair and coffee stains and the weight of every memory I sewed into it.
Cheesy or not, it’s the most honest thing I’ve ever made.

Credit - Elisa Rogers

[Vaagdevi Ravishankar @Miss_Sonder]

Vara vara don't know if this app is Twitter or Insta.

[Puppies & Positivity @Puppieslover]

This is Milo. He believes fetch should be a low-impact sport.

No running. No standing. Just gentle paw taps and mutual procrastination. The laziest game of fetch in history. Pure bliss. 😴🎾

[ꜱᴀɴᴊɪɪɪ @RowdyRx07]

Finally, I've completed my 2025 goals! 😎