Bags of Bags: What Desis Won't Let Go
In the ever-vibrant Indian Expats Facebook group, a simple question led to a flood of nostalgia, laughter, and identity: “What’s one desi thing you’ll never give up, no matter where you live?”
In the ever-vibrant Indian Expats Facebook group, a simple question led to a flood of nostalgia, laughter, and identity: “What’s one desi thing you’ll never give up, no matter where you live?”
In a country where marriage is believed to last seven lifetimes, where there’s no real concept of a prenuptial agreement, and where weddings are not just personal but entire family affairs, love often takes a backseat.
A 25-year-old woman, one of the top five tennis players in Haryana and ranked 113 in ITF women’s doubles with 57 tournaments and 18 gold medals to her name. What could possibly go wrong?
Grief doesn’t always look like tears. Sometimes it’s silent. A lump in the throat. A pause before answering. A feeling that the world around you is moving at full speed while you’re frozen in place.
A recent online post managed to stir up everything from cultural pride to frustration within minutes.
Amma is gone. But she was right there, with us in our lap. Her eyes were not moving, they were still. Her mouth was open, and her arms would fall down if you'd not hold them. We rushed her to the hospital; the doctors didn't say anything. They put her on some machine and minutes later declared her dead. She was lying there, lifeless.
Having a much younger sister is a rollercoaster ride—one moment she’s the cutest thing ever, and the next, she’s roasting you so hard you question your existence.
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." Jane Austen's iconic opening line in Pride and Prejudice still resonates deeply with me. I recall my university days when a professor dissected this line, revealing the intrinsic meanings and social commentary that Austen masterfully wove into her narrative.
Thanks to my legendary last-minute lifestyle—where I only take things seriously once panic mode is activated—I found myself in yet another why-am-I-like-this situation.
Last year, I was full of zeal and determined to change my lifestyle for the better. 2024 was going to be my year.
As Kids, We Called it ‘Best Out of Waste’. Now, It’s the New Side Hustle.
Remember those childhood family functions where whispers about who married whom would spark more gossip than the actual wedding? Well, those hushed conversations have now found a louder, more unfiltered home on social media.