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when parenthood becomes a choice

  When Parenthood Becomes a Choice For generations, parenthood was treated much like the changing of seasons. Children grew up, married, built homes, and eventually became parents themselves. The cycle felt so natural that few people stopped to question it. Recently, I met a couple who had consciously decided not to have children. The decision was not born out of circumstance. It was not a temporary arrangement. It was a choice they had made together after careful thought. As they spoke, I listened with interest. But long after the conversation ended, I found myself returning to it. Not because I disagreed with them. Not because I wanted to change their minds. But because I realised I could not imagine my own life without my children. Motherhood has shaped me in ways I could never have anticipated. My children have tested my patience, rearranged my priorities, and taught me lessons that no book or classroom ever could. They have brought joy, worry, pride, frustration, and a...
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Nothing is ever truly out of date

  Nothing Is Ever Truly Out of Date Today, while watching The Bold Type , I found myself thinking about something much larger than the story unfolding on the screen. The series revolves around Scarlet , a magazine that, like many publications today, transitions from print to digital. It is a practical decision. Digital platforms are faster, cheaper, and more accessible. The world is moving in that direction, and magazines are moving with it. Yet what caught my attention was not the transition itself. For the launch of its first digital issue, the magazine chose to revisit its history. Former employees returned, old stories resurfaced, and decades of work were celebrated. As the magazine stepped into the future, it paused to look back. That felt familiar. We often assume that progress means leaving things behind. New technologies replace old ones. New generations take over from older ones. New trends push aside those that once defined an era. But do they really disappear? Fa...

Rishikesh- beyond the itinerary

  What I Found in Rishikesh Wasn’t on the Itinerary My feet were submerged in the icy water of a mountain stream. A steaming cup of chai warmed my hands, and a plate of hot Maggi sat beside me. The water rushed past my ankles, carrying with it a coolness that seemed to wash away the noise of everyday life. Around me, the hills stood quietly, wrapped in shades of green, while the sound of the stream drowned out every deadline, every responsibility, and every thought waiting back home. For a few moments, nothing needed my attention. As I sat there near Neer Waterfall in Rishikesh, I realised this was exactly what I had been looking for. Not adventure. Not sightseeing. Just a pause. Rishikesh had been on my travel list for years. I had always imagined the Ganga here to be cleaner, calmer, and somehow closer to nature. I had heard countless stories about river rafting and spiritual retreats, but neither was the real reason for this journey. I came looking for rejuvenation, and over...