I had to report something, I tried calling 4 times and got directed to the automated machine, asking if I needed police help, I pressed the corresponding number. After that no one has answered. @MumbaiPolice what if I needed urgent help????? I’m so shocked.
Is this normal??
I grew up in a Jain family, and for the longest time, that was my entire spiritual world. Then I married into a Punjabi family 2.5 years ago and suddenly, I found myself surrounded by new rituals, new names, new ways of praying. (1/3)
Book no. 4 of 2025: -#Yellowface by R.F. Kuang and wow. Unputdownable, sharp, and unsettling in all the right ways. Perfect book to drag me out of my reading slump. I’ve been so busy, haven’t got time to read anything. So this was the perfect book to get me back into it.
Kuang dissects ambition, privilege, and the publishing industry with raw honesty and biting wit. Messy, flawed, brilliantly written characters you can’t look away from. (2/3)
Parents are everything. Every call or message from them now feels like a blessing, something I’ll never take for granted.
After marriage, the bond only deepens. You start to love them in new ways. More gently. More fully. Growing older with your parents… is a privilege. (3/3)
As a kid, my parents took me to my every doctor’s appointment. When the doctor asked a question, I’d just turn to them to answer.
Today, I took them to their routine check-up.
How the tables turn with time. And it breaks something inside.
(1/3)
They now ask me if they should do this or that. If the doctor said it’s okay. They look at me like I once looked at them for reassurance.
It hurts to see them slowing down. Needing help. Aging.
But it also feels… beautiful. To be their safe place now.
(2/3)
Life’s too short. Embrace it. Make the mistakes. Say what you feel. Notice how you make others feel. Be grateful. Live every damn day - fully, honestly, messily.
It’s the finality of it. The silence. The smoke. And then somehow, life just… moves on. Like nothing happened. But inside, something has. Something always does. (2/2)
Death is sneaky. Grief even more so. You think you’re prepared, but watching someone on the pyre, whether they were close to you or not, shakes something deep inside. (1/2)