‘Bhumi’- A Book Review

Book Title: Bhumi Author: Tina Sequeira Genre: Anthology Price on Kindle: Rs 49 (Also available on Kindle Unlimited) I have been reading Tina Sequeira’s writings on her blog, ‘The Tina Edit’, so naturally when she comes with an anthology, my interest is piqued. Titled ‘Bhumi’, which literally means ‘Earth’ is a collection of 21 short stories. The common thread that binds them together is their protagonist, a woman. What is refreshing here is, that this woman is as real as you and I… not the ‘holier than thou ones’ or the ‘Nirupa Roys’ or ‘Mother Indias’, that our film industry…

I Said Yes To Menstrual Cup- My Experience

Remember those sanitary pads’ ads where the girl is tossing and turning in the bed at night for fear of staining. Don’t know about others but that’s most definitely me. I have spent sleepless nights, slept on a side, tried those XXXXXXXLs and still made multiple nocturnal visits to the washroom. And no, it ain’t that the stain embarrasses me but doing the laundry isn’t my idea of fun! And then after almost three decades of period(ic) suffering I discover the menstrual cup, almost by serendipity. There’s a small back story to this which I have to share. Some of…

Period Talk Isn’t A Mommy Job Alone, Bring In The Daddies Too

My daughter is very close to my husband and I can’t grudge her that. He’s the fun parent after all…. funnier and more playful. Whereas I’m the bad cop of parenting. So, when she ‘chooses’ me to confide about some of her stuff, you can imagine my happiness. It’s nothing short of a badge of honour. What makes her pick one parent over the other has failed me and frankly so long as I am the chosen one, I’ve never bothered to find out either. All was well in our world till we started talking about growing up, puberty and…

A Gender Equal Utopia

I was not born a feminist, neither was I raised as one…. I was forced to become one! My sister and I were raised with a lot of love and gender equality wasn’t something that had to be taught to us, it was a given in our house.  My mother is a woman of quiet strength but definitely not one to march on the roads for women’s rights. This was the time when wishing for a son was the norm but my father had always wanted daughters. We had a regular childhood and thanks to the fact that we lived…