I cry to my mother like a three-year-old. I yell at my parents as if they are a part of my peer group. I am hurt over small and petty issues. I am short-tempered. There is a lot of anguish inside me. There is a lot of self-praise, there is a lot of anger. There… Continue reading The veil.
She was sitting with 10 others in a conference room in a big corporate office where the marketing strategies for a new product were being discussed. She has this idea in her mind for a month and thought to discuss it during this meeting. An hour passed, she kept listening to the excellent ideas being… Continue reading Scarred, or scared!?