As I watched the US election results make their agonizing progress to the end, the lines of a poem came to my mind. Do not go gentle into that good night Old age should burn and rave at close of day Rage, rage against the dying of the light. This poem by Dylan Thomas,...
A household with four people – two parents and two children – is akin to the sea. There are high tides and low times, turbulence, and quiet days. Now morph the kids to teenagers and the picture becomes more chaotic – the same sea analogy, but with more stormy days...
Just like everyone else, I remember where I was when the COVID-19 lockdown was announced. It struck as the school year was growing to a close in India. Thanks to it, the school where I worked closed down prematurely, and boy, was I happy about it. Fate laughed in my...
I have a confession to make: secretly, I was kinda happy when India went into a total lockdown on March 25. Come on, I was feeling only what your average overworked, stressed out middle-class working woman felt. The disease was bad, but I was happy to take my...
‘I’d give my right arm for a day off work,” I thought. It was the beginning of February, and I was beginning to seriously regret my latest avatar, that of a high school teacher. After being a scientist and writer in the US, to being a Soft Skills Trainer and writer...
