A View from Five Ft No Inches

Just days after I set foot into this world, began elaborate sessions of oil massages- mustard and apricot, the right proportions of olive and almond; not to forget granny's practice of using 'ghee' from a lone cow's milk. It was all done, coupled with the right movements of fingers and hands for not less than three long years. But it was too early to predict and efforts could not stop at this.

India’s #MeToo Movement and our Constant State of Denial

So, there were quite a few skeletons in the closet! Now that some of them are out in the open, I am sure it will give women the courage to pull out some more. India’s #MeToo movement has disclosed some shocking facts and I am going to talk about them at two levels. Just yesterday … Continue reading India’s #MeToo Movement and our Constant State of Denial

We love our teachers but…

Without the fear of sounding cliché, let me put it this way- if my life were a book, my childhood would be its most memorable chapter. Undoubtedly, a sizeable portion of this golden phase would include the memoirs of my school days. Narratives that would be incomplete without the mention of the role played by … Continue reading We love our teachers but…