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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

Childhood memories and secret ingredients making the yummiest Prawn Tawa Fry