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Mummy’s Floor
Sitting on my mother’s floor, I faced grief, dust, and memory—learning that light exists even where venom lingers.
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Climbing Memory: A Childhood Tree and the Fires Within
Remembering the childhood tree — a place of joy, scraped knees, and secret swings — and the fire of memory it still carries.
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Indian Railways Anxiety: A Raw Personal Travel Story
Indian Railways anxiety: not ghosts, not heartbreak — just germs, chaos, and me questioning every life choice on the platform. Eight hand sanitisers later, I’m still wondering if the train will betray me with the wrong coach.
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Travel Reflections Krabi: Sea, Silence, and Moral Witness
During a snorkelling trip in Krabi, vibrant sea life clashed with human indifference. A personal reflection on travel, conscience, and witnessing injustice.
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Backpack of Stones: Navigating Trauma and CPTSD
A deeply personal essay exploring the relentless weight of borderline personality, trauma, anxiety, and depression — and the quiet human need to be seen and understood.
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Writing as Self-Reflection: Confronting Fear and Paralysis
Writing became my icebreaker — a way to confront fear, reflect on my life, and keep moving forward, even when everything felt heavy and overwhelming.
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House Help Disaster: When Dusting Turns Into Chaos
I asked my house help to dust the ceiling fan—simple, right? Handed her a telescope duster, pointed to the sturdy balcony ladder, basically set her up for success. Enter BS (BhagyaShree). Instead of following instructions, she perched on a low IKEA stool…on top of the mattress…yanking fan blades like a personal resistance band. Now my once-beloved fan squeaks, threatens to go airborne, and crash-land on me at any moment. Creativity? Innovation? Or pure chaos? One thing is clear: BS indeed. Nothing remotely Bhagya or Shree. Just BS. If you’ve ever experienced house-help-induced disasters, you’ll nod along. And if you haven’t…consider yourself lucky.
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Tales of My Legendary Personality: Woman, Work, and Wit
Tired of being called bossy for doing your job well? This one’s for every woman leader who's been fawned over for her food but feared for her voice. A spicy roast of misogyny, work culture, and double standards.
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Bubbly Regret: Served Cold, Crashing Fast
F*ck. Beer was a terrible idea. Two sips in and my body exits the chat like it’s allergic to joy.
