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 The past few weeks have been quite hectic, and I haven't been able to keep up the write everyday charade up I'm afraid. However, I did write few articles so I can be let off the hook I suppose. Actually that is something I'm feeling happy about. Two of my articles got published. I wrote about Dr. Ambedkar, the two articles had some overlapping points but I think they each have their own tone. I know it is probably not all that much but I am extremely happy about it, and I think deep inside I am a little bit proud about it, perhaps it is also to do with the positive response I got from all those around me. Apart from that I also published a small write up on my Facebook wall on the eve of Ambedkar Jayanthi. I think it was a part of the process of healing from all the hurt and pain. I don't know if I ever will completely 'get over it' but I probably am in a slightly better place than I was two months back. I shall take that as a win, even if it is small.  One...

Throw back to last year’s Ambedkar Jayanthi. This by far has been one of the proudest moment of my life. I still remember the emotions I felt at this moment, I was so overwhelmed about having the opportunity to honour Babasheb, I almost teared up at this moment thinking of the significance this moment held in my life. In all my years, I have never gotten the opportunity to garland the statue of Babasaheb, I have always been forced to play second fiddle either to my parents or my fellow members in the organization, I would stand by and just watch and put my hand on the garland and make do with it saying I too put the garland. That’s why I had tears in my eyes when I finally got the opportunity to garland him as the first woman president ever of an organization like Ambedkar Students Association. Being the daughter of a larger than life personality has always put me in the shadows of my parents, I am happy for my parents and am grateful for all that they do for us, but being a...

So, this is day two of me trying once again to keep up my writing streak, I almost missed out on writing today because I  forgot all about it, I guess that's what happens when you fall out of a habit/resolution, anyway I somehow got reminded of it and i'm here now trying to figure something out to write for today. So this year along with the resolution of writing 250 words a day, I have also started a bullet journal, to track my life, my progress and be mindful of how thins are in my life, maybe to streamline it a bit. I had left March blank, other than making a monthly spread and some art I haven't done anything, so I wrote about why I didn't do anything in March, and somehow it was gratifying to that. I think writing has some kind of therapeutic effect on me, and thats perhaps why I should do it more. Once I started writing, the words just kept coming and I was surprised by how much I wrote, I know its not a lot, but it was more than what I imagined/wanted to wri...

It has been three months since I wrote something, three months since I made a resolution to write every day and three months since I broke it. But before I go full on negative on myself, truth is so much has happened in between, and it has been hard to come bak from that. I don't know I have and if I will anytime soon but maybe I'll get there bit by bit, slowly, one step at a time. The whole of March I pretty much did nothing, I kept sort of running away from the pile of stuff I had to do, I just couldn't do it, I couldn't get myself to even move at all. I just wanted to be still and got agitated every time I had to make the slightest of  movement. I had terrible mood swings and was depressed for the most part, I have to acknowledge and accept that what happened with ASA had a huge impact on my mental health, I don't think I can ever forgive all the men in ASA for what they did to me, or get over it. But I don't think I want to get into it now because I'm ...