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Stories Matter
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Today she wanted to get up a little late, giving a break to her daily routine of the last 35 years. Though at the back of her mind lots of worries and tensions about the future were knocking, yet today she wanted to look and feel happy… relaxed, for the sake of her hubby. She […]
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Long before the date of my birth was registered, much before my name was decided or even my existence was confirmed, my heart was beginning to form. It was then that it was introduced to the language of unconditional love. The first language my heart ever knew was the language that allows a mother to
Before I ever understood the power of words, there was a language that quietly settled into my life. It entered without grammar books or lessons, without rules or corrections. It arrived through voices I trusted, through warmth I recognised, and through emotions I felt long before I could name them. My mother tongue was not
हिन्दी भाषी परिवार में जन्म हुआ। परिवार की वार्तालाप और बोलचाल की भाषा हिन्दी थी। अवधी का असर स्पष्ट था।बचपन के शब्द, जिनका अर्थ माता-पिता और मैं ही समझ सकते थे — मम्म, प्याली, गुड़िया, छुइ, मुई, लूका-छिप्पी, हप्पा, भुक्की — न जाने कब उस प्रिय खेल के गीत बन गए… गुगु मैया, तैली तिल्लया…
Book Name: Unexplored ConversationsAuthor: Vedika Khatwani ChandkaPublication: Notion PressGenre: Reflective Non-Fiction I don’t know when exactly Unexplored Conversations started affecting me. It wasn’t instant. There was no “wow” moment. It happened slowly, somewhere between reading a page and closing the book just to… sit. This book feels like that person who doesn’t say much but
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When we hear the word martyr in India, our minds often travel back to the freedom struggle. We think of brave men and women who walked into lathis, bullets, prison cells, and gallows so the nation could breathe in freedom. Their sacrifice is unquestionable, eternal, and deeply respected. But as India moves forward in time,
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Being a republic is often celebrated with grandeur — parades, flags, speeches, and patriotic songs. Yet once the confetti settles and the television is switched off, the idea of a republic quietly slips into something far more intimate and real. It lives not on Rajpath alone, but in our homes, classrooms, streets, workplaces, and the
In today’s digital world, success is often measured by numbers. Likes, shares, views, and followers seem to decide the worth of a piece of writing. When a blog does not go viral, it is easy to feel that it has failed. But the truth is much simpler and much kinder: blogging without going viral is
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There was a time when life didn’t buzz every few seconds. A time when happiness wasn’t measured in likes, filters, or followers. The 90s were not perfect, but they were pure — simple days stitched together with little joys that felt big at heart. Reliving the 90s is like opening an old cupboard and finding
I don’t know if Haq is a film you “watch.” I think it’s a film you sit through in a restless, uneasy, almost obnoxious way. While watching it, my shoulders were stiff, like I was bracing myself. Mainly because of how normal everything felt. The male chauvinism wasn’t screaming at me. It was sitting there
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