The person you honor by sharing your ‘shame storm’ with, must be non- judgmental, to accept you completely with all your imperfections and confusing contradictions. They must give you the space in which you can stand naked without wondering what they might be thinking. They must be someone to whom you can confess your most terrible fears.
When my first child was born, one of the visitor said, “Congratulations on the birth of your motherhood!” The greeting was unusual; it arrested
A fellow blogger shared an article yesterday. This is an excerpt: When I was a child consuming all sorts of classic cultural fare — books,
Have you ever come across the word Atelophobia? It refers to the fear of imperfection, fear of never being good enough. You and I know
Continued from Of Apples and Applesauce (I) “Okayyyy Adarsh! Before I begin asking you the questions, I should give you a word of warning. Please
The huge seminar hall was packed to capacity. The three-day seminar hosted an illustrious list of speakers. The last session of the third day was
One talks about not letting one’s limitations determine the size of one’s sky. Like you, I too have heard the stories. I too have been
“My my! Someone’s looking like thunder today? What happened Amrita?” Runoo Mosi’s (Mosi: Mother’s sister, aunt. Forming bonds with people one is not related to
Somali was excited. Her mother’s birthday was barely three days away. Somali had decided that this birthday she would buy a gift for her mother.
Raman’s heart sank as he feverishly searched his pockets. With rising trepidation, he turned his bag inside out- another blank. He ran his classroom and
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