Just A Bunch Of Girls Trying To Stand On Our Own Two Feet

As she peeked through the wings to scan the crowd that had gathered in the talk show studio to hear her speak, Nisha tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach. She had not expected such huge numbers and though it gave her confidence it also made her jittery. Five years ago, she would have loved all the attention coming her way. She knew the camera loved her and the ramp walk was a cakewalk for her. No wonder, she had gone on to win the local beauty pageant and was aiming the Miss India pageant and then who knows, Miss…

When Tara Dreamt Of More

Rhea Banerjee wore her best dress and her brightest smile on the day of her medical entrance counseling. She was minutes away from securing a seat in a medical school, something she’d dreamed of for as long as she could remember. And not to forget the hard work of the past two years when she put her life on a back burner to achieve what she wanted. As she scanned the faces looking for the familiar and familiarizing with the others, her gaze stopped for a bit on a simple salwar kameez clad girl who seemed a little unsure and…

Refugee Ke Bacche

“Grandma, what’s a refugee?” I remember a five-year-old mini me asking my paternal grandmother this question. And my grandma, who was otherwise a vision of serenity was taken aback for a split second. Collecting herself, she asked in a soothing voice, “My child, what makes you ask this?” Little me: “Oh, Sharma aunty just called me refugee ke bachche (Refugees’ children)” Somehow, it wasn’t Sharma Aunty’s words but the way she said that had hurt me. Stung by the identity that had been forced on me, I was tearful and in an urgent need to be consoled. And somehow grandmothers…

After So Many IVF Attempts, She Was Tired! Was There Any Hope?

It was a rainy day. The type that can depress you. The wetness seeps inside you and dissolves away every happy particle inside. A phone ring pierced its way through the grey haze that broke her thought process. A glance on the caller’s name and she winced. Painful but unavoidable, the last thing she needed on a day like this. “Niharika, what took you so long? I’ve been waiting to hear from you”, the crisp voice enquired. No niceties, just business as usual. “Oh, the phone was buried beneath the books, took a while to locate”, Niharika mumbled. Mommy in law was…