Love, Power… Ityadi
Priya Ravinder
Incase you didn’t know… Ityadi means etcetera in hindi. Love. It’s such a powerful word. Literally! Just like war. Maybe that’s why they are often used together. Love can…
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My Journey From Being A Writer To A Marketing Expert
Many have asked me to share the journey of my career, which is a path I have carved out with a lot of will and dedication. It actually began right…
What I Overheard At A Café Shocked Me
It was one of those days when I was bored at home. Staying home is otherwise a bliss.. but then shit hits roof when after a few days you come…
15 Things I Would Like To Advice My 15 Year Old Self
I have lived a good chunk of my life, you can say… and I consider it fairly well lived. From a naughty kid getting beaten by the elders, to…
How To Let Go- A Mind Exercise For Letting Go
Everytime you are sad, stressed, anxious, insecure, worried, mourning or even suicidal.. just take a deep breath. Letting go of people, thoughts, longing, sadness, worries, or stress is not as…
10 things you learn when you are in HR
Devleena Nath
In every organisation, irrespective of its size, the Human Resource or HR, as it is fondly addressed, is one of the most important department. An HR personnel has lot of…
A Stroke Of KOHL – The Line Between Concern & Intrusion
The lift stopped at the third floor and the door opened automatically letting the employees out, to their office for the day. Dressed in a pink kurta and white leggings,…
Girl Who Had No Privacy- The Conclusion (Part 3)
This is a three part series of a futuristic dystopian world, where everything is public. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. …..CONTD from PART 2 It has taken me some time to write this one…
Girl Who Had No Privacy- Part 2
This is a three part series of a futuristic dystopian world, where everything is public. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. …..CONTD from PART 1 I’m back finally. Gosh! Yet again, it was…
A Girl Who Had No Privacy- Part 1
This is a three part series of a futuristic dystopian world, where everything is public. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. It’s been a while since I have enjoyed writing in privacy like today. It’s…
