Unleashed and Unapologetically Me

What does freedom mean to you? Freedom… even the word feels like a deep breath on a Monday morning when your boss calls in sick. For me, freedom means the magical space where I can unapologetically be me—messy bun, loud laugh, weird playlist and all. It’s not just about doing what I want; it’s about... Continue Reading →

When Opinions Wear Sunglasses

What public figure do you disagree with the most? I don’t follow public figures much—mainly because they’re often busy forming opinions about things that don’t even concern their own breakfast. While I sip my humble filter coffee, someone out there is probably tweeting, “I believe mangoes should be banned because they’re too sweet.” And that,... Continue Reading →

Career Plan? I Prefer a Joy Map!

What is your career plan? When someone asks, “What’s your career plan?” I smile politely and reply, “I plan to be joyfully confused forever!” While the world races in fast lanes and five-year goals, I prefer wandering in colorful bylanes, sipping curiosity and doodling dreams.Honestly, I don’t have a blueprint etched in marble. I’m content... Continue Reading →

Life’s a Stage… and I Forgot My Script

What was the last live performance you saw? The last “live performance” I saw? If we don’t count my kids' dance recitals where they wave more at me than at the audience, then it’s a hazy memory—years ago, a church band swaying to gospel tunes under flickering fairy lights. I remember wondering if the drummer’s... Continue Reading →

Not Branded, Just Blissed and Zouk’d

What are your favorite brands and why? "I'm not into brands," I say, while wearing my Blissclub pants and swinging my Zouk bag like it’s a runway. Irony, my old friend, you always know how to crash a perfectly grounded personality.See, I don’t chase logos. I chase logic. If it fits, it sits (in my... Continue Reading →

Echoes of Wisdom from My Inner Circle

List the people you admire and look to for advice... They say behind every successful woman is a tribe cheering her on. In my case, it’s more of a hilarious, brutally honest, emotionally available, and occasionally sarcastic committee. Yes, I have my own “Advisory Board”—a diverse blend of a husband, a few soul-sisters, and a... Continue Reading →

Democracy in a Drop of Ink

Do you vote in political elections? Yes, I vote. Not just because it's my right, but because it’s my subtle way of saying, “Hey, I exist. And no, I won’t just sit and crib about potholes while sipping chai.”There’s something oddly satisfying about that indelible ink on your finger. It’s like a tiny superhero cape... Continue Reading →

Blessed, Stressed & Spiritually GPSed

What gives you direction in life? I often joke that my inner GPS is permanently set to “Recalculating...” Whether I’m navigating motherhood, meetings, or midlife musings, I somehow end up where I’m supposed to be — usually after taking the scenic (and slightly dramatic) route.So what gives me direction in life?Spoiler alert: it’s not Google... Continue Reading →

Unplanned, Unnamed, Unbelievably Perfect

What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite? Once upon a Monday, I dreamt of a holiday that didn’t exist on the calendar. No red circle, no government memo, no WhatsApp forwards declaring it a surprise off. And yet, it was the most magical day I never had—because it existed in my mind.You... Continue Reading →

Pitching Tents in My Imagination

Have you ever been camping? No, I’ve never been camping. Not even the backyard kind with mosquito bites and marshmallows. Yet, my imagination has pitched more tents than any scout troop combined. “Camping is the art of getting closer to nature while getting farther from the comfort of your mattress,” said someone who probably forgot... Continue Reading →

Confessions of a Midnight Overachiever

When do you feel most productive? They say mornings are for warriors. I say, mornings are for those who mistake their alarms for battle cries."Productivity isn’t about time; it’s about timing." — someone who hit snooze five times.I feel most productive when the world isn’t watching — usually somewhere between the second coffee and the... Continue Reading →

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