Chronicle of a woman’s life
A platform for unveiling cultural, authentic narratives through literature, poetry, music and visual art.
To capture the essence of being a woman.
Our story begins with you…
We Are Enough!
We didn’t fit the ideal Indian family narrative—no heir, no “ghar ka chirag.” Raised eyebrows, hushed gossip, and unsolicited blessings for a male child followed us everywhere. The absence of a boy seemed like a flaw only outsiders could see. But inside our home, we were complete.
I wrote letters to make sense of the world
I always had two worlds - Inner and Outer. My letters carried my inner world. I am not great at talking about myself. I had letters to talk about my world. Everyone processes life differently. In all my letters, I processed mine.
Glad to be disappointed
Victor brings out his running shoes. I pretend to go back to sleep as he slams the door behind him almost pausing the river stream outside the window. As paused as the air between us that stood still; ever since we watched love leave the room. Stinging bitterness encircles me as his furious footsteps fade away. Suffocating.
A letter to the colour pink
I saw pink as weak, secondary, common, and powerless. But then, there was my sister - a living embodiment of the very color I had come to despise. She was none of the things I associated with pink. In fact, she was a beacon of strength, resilience, and individuality.
A Woman of Many Tongues
I am the girl who cried in Hindi, but dreamed in Malayalam. The woman who texts in dramatic, extra-H in Hindi, but writes poetry in English. The wife who argues in a mix of Hindi and Gujarati, only to end up laughing or crying halfway through. And if that means I live in a constant state of linguistic whiplash, so be it. Because in all this chaos, I have found my voice. Language is more than just words. It’s our experiences and how we see the world.
And no matter what language I speak in—I will always be heard.
The most important day of our life
Weddings are a hope, if not a promise of a happy future of togetherness, companionship and growth. How long before we stop glorifying endurance over happiness? A perfect wedding doesn’t guarantee a perfect marriage. That the real work begins when the music fades and the guests go home.
Found my solace in pottery!
When Clay taught me a thing or two - in Seoul! I had quit my well- established career in Bangalore to relocate to Korea—a significant decision! I knew it would mean a reset and restart for both my life and career.
Rangeen Mukti
As a woman in the fashion industry, deeply connected to my culture and roots, I’ve come to realize that color is more than just a visual element. It is a celebration, an emotion, a powerful tool of expression.
Going Slowlo!
When the picture of a cosy little cottage in cobalt blue popped up on my phone screen, I knew I found my destination for my annual solo trip. This time, I would dedicate it to taking it ‘slow’ - not with a significant other, but the significant ‘self’ - ME!
Beetroot: The Childhood Villain
Being born into a primarily vegetarian Maharashtrian family I was introduced to all the ‘less tasty’ veggies like Radish, Bottle Gourd, Water Amaranth, Bitter Gourd, and countless beans, from a very young age. Today, when I run my own kitchen, these are some of my most preferred vegetables and make for great additions to modern Indian food.
Living and Learning: A Journey With My Best Friend
That was the day I knew that while I enjoy my time alone, there is absolutely no shame in accepting that I need a person to come back home to. Luckily, my best friend became that one person for me.
NEWTON IN YOGA AND LIFE.
Laugh as loudly as you cry. Love as much as you let go. So the weight is off your back!
An Open Letter From a Privileged Indian Woman to India and The World
This letter is a rant, a vent, some questions, some thoughts, some dark truths, some ugly realities, some positives, some sufferings, some childhood pains, some untold stories — small and big nuisances spread throughout a woman’s day and life.
Cooking at home is cool!
Irrespective of your gender, profession, and roles at home, you can get in the kitchen and feed your family.. the food and meals they will cherish even if they stay miles away.
Venturing into Uncharted Territory: Recipes Mom Never Attempted
Childhood memories and secret ingredients making the yummiest Prawn Tawa Fry
Art Journaling and ‘Me-time’ as a new mother
Those 100 days were pivotal to my life. They gave me a sense of identity beyond being an employee, a mother, a wife, and a daughter.
The one who loved to paint and draw, I was just being myself!
2024 Travel List: Destinations Off The Beaten Path
12 months, 12 unconventional travel destination that you should add to your 2024 travel list! Whether you're an adventure seeker or a culture enthusiast, there's something for everyone.
Sakhee: An Introduction
The Sakhee Collective celebrates the diversity of female experiences by exploring topics that deeply impact the essence of being a modern woman. We are inherently rooted in the Indian culture and society and are committed to building and sharing narratives that emerge from evolving conversations across generations.
The Power of Female Friendships
As women, we grow up knowing that we have to fit into specific roles, prove our seat at the table, and nurture our loved ones. But amidst this burden of expectations and the chaos of everyday life, female friendships offer a unique solace.
We have a sisterhood to rely on.
Twin Love
I’ve always known I’m a twin. Even before it was explained to me. Even before I can remember my first memory. Even before I can remember existing, I’ve always known that my other half existed along with me.
My Rhea!
PHOTO ESSAYS
WHERE LAUGHTER ECHOES AND MEMORIES UNFOLD
Because in every frame, there's a story, and in every story, there's a friend.
Come for the blog, stay for the comments.
Welcome! The Sakhee Collective is a blog for women. We cover evolving cultural narratives through literature, music, art and poetry, and we strive to be authentic. As Olive Kitteridge said, “There’s no such thing as a simple life.”
Thank you for reading.
We didn’t fit the ideal Indian family narrative—no heir, no “ghar ka chirag.” Raised eyebrows, hushed gossip, and unsolicited blessings for a male child followed us everywhere. The absence of a boy seemed like a flaw only outsiders could see. But inside our home, we were complete.