The Stagnant Pond Syndrome- Why Staying Too Long in One Job Might Be Stifling Your Growth
“When a workplace begins to assume you’ll never leave, they stop seeing you as an asset and start treating you as furniture — always there, rarely noticed. Loyalty becomes invisibility. Growth gives way to routine. And slowly, silently, you forget the sound of your own potential echoing back at you.”
“To stay still is not always noble. Sometimes, it’s just another name for fear. And like stagnant water, even the brightest spirit begins to lose its clarity if not allowed to flow.”
How much is too much?
“No one really teaches us how to recognize that point — when something becomes too much. You’re just expected to stretch a little more. Give a little more. Adjust. Always. But how much of yourself can you keep cutting before you disappear?
Love turns into labour. Culture turns into control. Silence becomes self-preservation.
And slowly, your ‘yes’ starts tasting like resentment. That’s when it’s too much.
And maybe — that’s when it’s time. To pause. To speak up. To walk away. To choose yourself.”
Unequal Faith: Why Women Bear the Burden While Men Hold the Power in Religion
Faith should be a source of liberation, not limitation. Across religions, women light the lamps, keep the fasts, and carry the rituals—but are kept away from the pulpits, priesthoods, and power. When devotion becomes a duty for some and a privilege for others, it’s not divinity—it’s disparity. A faith that uplifts all equally is not just possible, it’s necessary.
Why I Never Wore Makeup—And Still Get Complimented for My Glow by Shraddha Ahuja Ramani
I’ve never worn makeup—not because I’m against it, but because it never felt like me. From wiping off my wedding makeup in the scorching May heat to scrubbing off a salon look at my brother’s wedding, I realized something important: my glow comes from comfort, not cosmetics. This isn’t a rebellion—it’s just my way of being real, raw, and unapologetically myself.
Why Marriage Feels Like a Test (And Only Women Have to Pass)
From the moment she is born, a girl is conditioned for marriage—taught to walk softly, speak gently, and never challenge the norm. Before she even says “I do,” she must pass society’s endless tests—be fair, slim, pure, and obedient. Virginity is scrutinized, her worth measured by outdated standards that men are never subjected to. Why are women still burdened with proving their morality while men walk free of the same expectations? Why is marriage not about choice but a lifelong script of submission? It’s time to question, challenge, and break these chains. Because a woman is more than a bride—she is a person who deserves dignity, respect, and freedom.
“Dear Men, Stop Misinterpreting My Actions: A Woman’s Declaration”
Dear men, let this be clear: my actions are not invitations, and your assumptions are not my reality. When I smile, it’s courtesy, not consent. If I answer your calls or offer my support, it’s out of respect, not a desire to be your muse. When I stand beside you, it’s as your equal, not because I’m seeking closeness. My kindness, my strength, my professionalism—they are not signs of submission or longing. Stop misinterpreting my independence as an opportunity to diminish it. Respect me for who I am: a woman who owns her worth and will not tolerate being reduced to anyone’s convenience.
The horror of the night
The horror of the night, Is etched deep in her mind, As the darkness took over, Leaving her shattered and blind. Her innocence was stolen, By an act so cruel and vile, Leaving her scarred forever, And with a pain that’s hard to smile. She trusted the wrong one, And paid a price so dear, […]
NEFARIOUS
NEFARIOUS The city was in a tumultuous shock when everyone in Ahmedabad woke up with the life-size headline in all the leading newspapers ‘City’s famous psychiatrist was charged with killing 25 kids. I still remember it was the morning of 20th March 2018. I tried finding the name of the doctor by flipping the pages in the […]
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आज सुबह खिड़की पर चाय का प्याला लिए बैठी थी पीछे मुड़कर देखा तो वह खड़ी थी पता है कौन? जिंदगी मैंने पूछा -कैसे आना हुआ? वह बोली- तुम तो याद करती नहीं सोचा मैं ही आ जाऊं मैंने कहा -अभी बहुत काम में हूं ,बाद में आना मेरी यह बात सुनकर वह धीरे से […]