The Dark Side Of Being Nice

Harry eases into his couch with a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans after a long day of Quidditch practice. He opens his diary and starts to scribble to himself. What does it mean to be nice and likable? Have you really thought about where these concepts of 'good' and 'evil' came from? "We've... Continue Reading →

Just Breathe

Dear Reader, I woke up today, howling from a nightmare that felt like reality. In my mind, I was screaming over my mom's dead body. My mom? grandpa?? I can't even tell anymore.  "You're going into shock! breath slowly Shruti..." my Aunt holds my face close and whispers into it. "I can't! I can't stop!"... Continue Reading →

When Slippy, The Toilet, Fell Ill 😓

This story about Slippy, our favourite member in the house and our toilet, who recently fell very ill. In leu of his unstable health, we pray that our dearest feels better soon as without him we'd feel emotionally and physically impaired. Recently, in our quaint lovely home, we had a toilet fiasco. For the sake... Continue Reading →

My Take On The EndGame

With the Avengers Endgame smashing movie records, its fans are overwhelmed by the awesomeness of it all. Amidst my adoration for characters and my feelings of gloom around the end of an era, I can't help but feel a little disappointed. The word 'too much' keeps coming to mind. Too much death. Too much sadness.... Continue Reading →

Because You Left!

Baby, come-a back-a, come a-back, come-a back To the lips a wanna kiss you! Baby, come-a back-a, come a-back, come-a back To the heart that learned to miss you! You never shoulda gone away, You never shoulda gone away. - 'Baby Come-A Back-A' by The Chordettes. Have any of you seen Marvelous Mrs. Maisel? The... Continue Reading →

Mum’s The Problem.

All of us know the impact our parents have on us. More often than not, their needs become our needs, their insecurities become our insecurities and their baggage becomes our baggage. In this whirlwind of emotions, it is easy to forget that parents themselves have learned these behaviors and are empathic human beings who may be willing to unlearn it for the sake of their children.

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Recently I have met a Professor of Psychotherapy, a Consultant Psychiatrist and a GP – all parents of children lost to mental illnesses. Here’s what one mum says:

“Whenever I have seen a therapist, they have gone straight to my childhood, my up-bringing, my parents and their parents. All my behaviours and feelings seem to be explained and understood based on their behaviours, however ‘normal’, for their times. I am encouraged to think of all the ways in which they could have directly or indirectly damaged me.

By that principle, all of my child’s behaviours and feelings should be explained and understood based on the behaviours of his parents. Half of them is me. I agree. I must be part of the problem. My profession is perceived as a bigger problem. ‘High achieving Asian’ parents are assumed to put a lot of pressure on their children. So much so, the…

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Embarrassing Short Tell Tales

*And, oops, my heart went oops It went into a spin of loop-di-loops You must've thought me kin to nincompoops The silly way I acted* - Oops! by Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong Cute, but annoying friend at school: "Dudeeee... Your fly is open!" I look down, panic, and get up to run to the bathroom... Continue Reading →

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