A Quiet Adjustment – Story of an Indian Marriage

By Vandana Sehgal

The day we spoke, she was extremely fragile. Her raw wounds were flowing profusely. Even after eighteen years, the sensations of disconnect and dishonour were fresh like yesterday. I have known her for the past five years, yet I never got a glimpse of the pain she had been holding within her. The only way…

Women, Stress and Panic Attacks

By Vandana Sehgal

Anya was answering her last mail before leaving her office to pick up her son from school daycare. Then suddenly, she felt her body freezing and her hands and legs going numb. That experience reminded her about the breathlessness, heavily pumping chest and cold hands that numbed her two weeks back. The inability to breathe…

Birth of my Spiritual Journey

By Snehashree

Snehashree Guest Blogger Spirituality touched me quite early, I would say. But amid a breezy childhood, it did not count much until, unless it was in my early twenties when something happened that turned me to thinking, if everything, I had heard about the spirit was true. It was early evening, and the year was…

Anxiety – That Old Friend

By Vandana Sehgal

Sandra, 12-year-old bright girl, ran out of her room, “Mom, why this internet never works properly and now my password isn’t working. My teacher is calling for me in class and, I can’t join,” all of this in one breath. I, a technically weak person, before could understand what was happening, got bombarded with another…

Defining Spirituality

By Vandana Sehgal

Some dreams are meant to happen. This particular one in March 2018 will stay with me till my last breath. In true essence, this became a pivot point in shaping my life meaningfully.  It was early in the morning, a twilight moment as I could make sense from the darkness outside my window. I was…

Nice or Kind. Where Does the Boundary Lie?

By Vandana Sehgal

Sofia happily accepted a Facebook friend request from her mom-in-law. After a few days, she was included in a family Whatsapp group with already 25 members, without any consent. A few weeks later, she received another request from her mom-in-law on LinkedIn. She could not understand being followed, on a professional medium. She sensed a…