“Why do you hate the Khans so much? Is it just because they are Muslims? Aren’t you becoming too communal?”
I don’t know why, but people think we HRs are a job manufacturing machine. No, we are not. #HearttoHeart
Signs of sindoor were found in the relics of Mohenjodaro and Harappa. When the touted pseudo-Feminism was a far cry, and the construction of a powerful society was taking tangible form, the sindoor was glowing.
Anjana Nath, a Bengali woman in Bangalore, has been a true citizen to both the cities she belongs to. She not only runs a home bakery in the garden city, but has donated all the money she earned by baking cakes for providing ration to 30 families in Bangalore and some more in Kolkata. All set with her “gilhari prayas” towards a shining “Atmanirbhar Bharat”, Anjana Nath shared her inspiring journey with us.
“Bahut pressure hai kya?”
“Haan. Hain toh.”
“If you are unable to handle this pressure, quit you job. I’ll manage. Look for something else. Don’t spoil your health.” He suggested.
My ‘Pavitra Rishta’ with you could be dated back to 2008. Your smile was the show stealer. It was 2.10 PM on a Sunday afternoon. I could not breathe for next few minutes.
A bad marriage, depression, rapid weight gain and taunts of people. I took all the stones hurled at me and crafted a crown with them.
Maa had left us just 8 weeks back, and at this point, I simply cannot lose Baba. No way.
It’s a year short of a decade since my marriage broke and my family scattered like balls on a billiard table. In hindsight, I feel like I was the center ball, safe in my triangle.