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USO stories are first-hand reports from the frontline. These are everyday stories of love, laundry, work, life, and the world.
How do I address my home?
The landing card asked for my address, and for a long moment, I was hovering the pen above the paper, I was no longer entitled to write down that address which I called home. At that moment I also...
Address the Identity
The landing card asked for my address, and for a long moment, I was hovering the pen above the paper, I was no longer entitled to write down the address of the residence that was my home. At that...
Waking reverie-Malgudi Days
If you have grown up in India in 1980’s, then you will surely remember the stories of 'Malgudi' , every story is like a brushstroke painting a vivid picture of simpler times. These stories will...
Head out into Manosphere
All of us know what it’s like for a woman to negotiate femininity in the ‘manosphere’. I understand the science of fertility and long hair but I had no idea that sporting short hair is simply...
Retake and Action
Today as she glances at the pattern of sunlight falling on the pavement through the trees bouncing off the roof of the church opposite her house on a cold frosty morning, she looks back on their...
Women – Live and Work guilt free
As working people we all suffer from some guilt when we stay away from children, it is more pronounced in us because as women we are the nurturers! As we work hard to break the glass...
Female Hormones – Disarming a woman’s ambition
Hormones and ambition in a woman are never in synch. Just when the woman gets to know herself the hormones take a U Turn, they lose the fire and are declared clinically suppressed. All through...
In the stillness of the afternoon sun
In the stillness of the afternoon sun, beside a narrow spring and amidst the green overbearing trees sat a very old man with eyes closed sitting very still. The stories of his past showed as...
DIY Pregnancy in London
Once upon a time far away from home, a certain woman gave birth to a beautiful baby and there started her journey of self discovery. While I reflect on my experience, I can find dollops of humour...






