Dear Pooja, Read this when there is minimum brain fog and your muscles are allowing you to smile. I remember you as the chubby cherub in the hills, the no-physical activity kid who used to live in some parallel reality of books and colors. I remember you as the sickly child who would always catch… Continue reading A Letter to the Warrior Woman I have become by Pooja Priyamvada
Depression occurs in phases. I battled depression for three years having had a very disturbed childhood. “There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” ― Laurell K. Hamilton My parents didn't get along. My mother and I never had a normal relationship, as it should… Continue reading Battling Demons – Inside Out
My brother and I have an amazing relationship since childhood. I was one year and four months old when he was born and it is the best day of my life till now. I guess my parents gave me the best gift ever. I was over protective about him always. He was my best friend… Continue reading Rakshabandhan Special : My little brother grew up!
Last year was tough. I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, a neuro-musculoskeletal pain disorder and my chronic pains basically decided everything for me. No, it has no cure. Chronic pain is a bitch . It eats and gnaws on you slowly leaving you such that you will never be whole again. It kills a part of… Continue reading The year of not giving up
“You don’t look sick. Stop faking it to gain sympathy!” Even after five years his words haunt me during those lonely nights when life threatens to get overbearing. *-*-*-* I started working at the age of 21 and by the time I was 30 I had reached a decent stage in my career or so… Continue reading The Winning Horse – A Hashi Warrior