In the early days of my postpartum, my doctors told me, “You can slowly return to your exercise routine.” My baby was tiny then. She would sleep for longer stretches. I could ask my mom to help. I went for walks. I did my workouts. That was my therapy. It felt like I was reclaiming…
People tell me I have changed. “You are not the same person.” “Who are you now?” “You used to be different.” And they’re right. I have changed. But not in the way they think. Motherhood happened. And something shifted. Not because I suddenly became responsible. Not because I became more mature. Not because society expected…
For a long time, I wrote to be read. Not consciously. But somewhere inside, I was waiting. Waiting for someone to say, “It’s good.” “It’s deep.” “You write well.” Even after writing books, I would send them to people close to me and ask, “Tell me how it is.” I wasn’t just asking for feedback.…
Yesterday, I went to a temple I used to visit during my teenage years. I still remember standing there as a young girl and crying. Praying to God to make me beautiful. I don’t know why I believed I wasn’t enough. Maybe puberty. Maybe comparison. Maybe the silent insecurity most teenage girls carry. But I…
I have always loved outside snacks. If I wanted something sweet, I bought it. Simple. Right now, I am on a strict sugar cut because of my health issues. Not randomly. Not casually. I had to. I don’t have another option. So when I crave sweetness, I usually buy dry fruit snacks or date barfi…