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byNo seriously. Am an idiot. A complete can’t-keep-my-big-mouth-shut idiot. I am like what one would call “aa bayl, mujhey maar” especially for all that I’ve…
I write.
I have written voraciously over many years. Of late, I’ve become more focused and specific about what and where I write. I have won awards in writing competitions over the past years and am proud of how far I’ve come. I enjoy the thrill of putting thoughts and emotions into words.
My words can be found on Women’s Web, Toastmaster International, Opticians Guild, DC Careers and more. I believe in raising the bar everywhere I go. Searching and ensuring quality and equality and challenging the norm in every space I venture into drives me out of bed every morning.
I love collaborating with women to raise this bar and I use the words I write to shine the light
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No seriously. Am an idiot. A complete can’t-keep-my-big-mouth-shut idiot. I am like what one would call “aa bayl, mujhey maar” especially for all that I’ve…
Isn’t that pretty, attractive and just beautiful? The angles, the form and just for what the idol stands for?  Love the Nataraj form for obvious reasons. Today is…
…of spending too much time online: “Thinking everyone in real life also thinks you’re funny, cool and exceptionally brilliant.” Funny? NOT! We bloggers are…
She liked her name. Very much. In fact, she liked both of her names. In her family, though she never really could understand why,…
Day: February 12th 2008 Situation outside the building: Winter Weather advisory in effect. Awareness inside the building: Zero. Discovery of the said situation: 4.30…
Google’s gone sneaky too! Invisible mode is here for Gmail chat Monday, February 25, 2008 6:03 PM Posted by Jonas Lindberg, Software Engineer Sometimes…
You know you are doing something right when 1. A friend you’ve never met calls you up with so much happiness to say that…
Palace of Illusions – By Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni We hear Draupadi’s voice. It’s Draupadi’s life story, from her birth through her childhood, dreams,…
It was getting late. One last thing and she’d be out. Starts to hurriedly search for a number she knew was somewhere in the…