A childhood defaced by canes and words
Meeting a childhood idol.
If you are truly nauseated by the thought of travelling and can’t find ways to make it better, here are some handy tips.
In everyone’s least favourite household chore, I found a sense of accomplishment, spiritual lessons and even stress relief.
In the winter of 2007, my friend introduced me to the hand sanitizer for the first time. Although unimpressed, I had little choice but to use it. Vials of the oddly-scented liquids gave us some succour from the unreliable taps and shoddy water supply of the Mumbai University campus where we were both pursuing our Masters in Literature.
Eventually, she moved on from vials to a large bottle of a medicated brand, which she carried in her bag — all 750 ml of it. “Industrial strength,” we’d crack up. She’d, of course, in her own endearing way, scoff at her unrefined friends.
A woman on the Vice President’s seat of the world’s most powerful country will give a major fillip to women’s morale all over the world. Let’s count all the ways.
Is it the whole ‘Men don’t get sick!’ maxim that makes men overestimate their own health? Here are my observations.
Driven by a sense of duty, Chandini Mulukutla, an Infection Control Nurse, took a long and arduous road trip to Mumbai from Visakhapatnam with a newborn in tow.
I asked some of the best people I know about their fascination towards True Crime and how exactly it adds value to their lives.