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Divya Sreedharan
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"I heard voices...they told me to hide under the bed, to run, run away." A young mom talks about post partum depression
Post Partum Depression—My Story Anjana Sharma (name changed on request) "My pregnancy was unplanned. I got married just out of college. Eight months later,  as I was all set to enroll for an MBA,  I found out I was going to be a mother. I was in  denial. “T...

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Eyes Wide Shut
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is staring at me. I can sense it. I look up but his eyes are vacant.  There is no life, no light. He is just a hollow shell of a man.  My father was not always like this. As
a little girl, I trembled if he glanced my way. What if it was me, I'd
worry,...

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Pain--a short story
"Shalu, open the door. For god's sake, let me see you. Please, can we talk?” She can hear the desperation in Ajith's voice. In the background, a child is crying loudly, their son. He is scared something is wrong with amma and appa. His hands, feet and neck ...

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Shame, sin and a strap
I am walking in the neighbourhood park. Not for pleasure, but exercise. I am striding along, trying not to puff and pant. Thinking of those damn 10,000-steps-a-day that I never seem to do. Thinking that I must get my cardio rate up, get those endorphins goi...

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Faking it on Facebook
Ever get the feeling that you're faking it? I feel that most days. In fact, I know I am. Being fake, I mean. Especially on social media. Which, in itself, is an oxymoron, come to think of it. To me, at least. Because we are not really all likeable and lovea...

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Ground realities
Our little man went back to school on Monday. We watched him put on his new t-shirt, wear his new pair of  shoes. We watched him walking with his new school bag, new lunch bag, new water bottle, new name tags And he looked so handsome and smart, and happy, ...

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Paaen to Food...and Lost Loves
Writer
Anita Nair’s newest offering, Alphabet Soup for Lovers, is a paean
to food, love, loss and longing, and the intimate connections between
them. The narrator of this novella is the family cook, Komathi. And
by using the language of touch and taste, Kom...

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One morning, there was a body below my balcony.
Because, in Bengaluru, life and death are often within touching distance, of each other.

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Lotsa love happened this Mother's Day.
Remember this "mother of all battles"?
Not much loving there.
Divya Sreedharan
Divya Sreedharan
bangalore.citizenmatters.in
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