7 things every e-commerce website must have!

People are increasingly shopping online! There is a flurry of e-commerce websites usually carrying a wide range of product lines, catering to almost every segment of customers. The rapid growth of the e-commerce industry has also forced businesses to build an online presence where customers can easily access their products and order them. An advanced form of ordering from physical catalogs, online shopping involves buying and selling of products and services over the Internet.

Cashing on an efficient distribution network, online shopping is cheaper and more convenient than retail shopping and gives customers an international reach. E-commerce is no longer a niche market and therefore attracts a much larger audience than ever before. The rise of this industry has given birth to a fierce competition between e-commerce websites. As a result, e-commerce websites are moving beyond conventional website infrastructure to add features that appeal to the larger audiences.
Today, a good e-commerce website not only requires great content, good quality product images and an easy checkout process but other significant features that help improve the overall experience of the user. The expansion plan for any e-commerce website should, however, be based on goals it looks forward to achieving.
In addition to essential pages like Home Page, Products Page, Shopping Cart, Search Box, Checkout, etc. which are present in every e-commerce site, some new features have strongly emerged over the past few years which are an absolute must-have for your e-commerce website.
Some of these are:
1. Secure Socket Layer or SSL: Since online shopping delivers no instant gratification, your customers can be quite apprehensive about paying for stuff
online. They need some sort of an assurance or security that their payment information, and credit card or debit card data won’t be misused or intercepted by any third party. It becomes quite important therefore to safeguard the interaction between your website and the customer. This can be done by the use of an SSL certificate.
An SSL certificate is used to encrypt data between the server (your website) and the client to ensure that payment data is not misused in any way. Encrypted data cannot be intercepted by hackers and therefore an SSL takes care of various privacy-related issues in e-commerce websites.
2. Deals, Discounts, Freebies and Shipping offers: Since there are many e-commerce websites available to the customer to choose from, it becomes highly significant to grab people’s interest before they switch to some other website. And nothing works better in grabbing people’s eyeballs than a sale or a shopping deal. Sales and special deals is a crowd’s favorite and is probably the first feature customers look for when they visit an e-commerce website.
Past precedent has shown that people end up buying more stuff if it’s on a sale than they originally planned to. Therefore shopping deals, discounts and unique prices have become almost essential to keep an e-commerce website relevant among the public. In addition to this, features like Deals of the Day, Festive Sales and Free Shipping are a huge attraction to customers.
3. Payment System Icons: The problem with most e-commerce websites is that you only come to know about the payment options when you’re halfway into the transaction which can be quite a drag if your preferred form of payment is not accepted by the website. E-commerce is about consumer convenience and so it becomes all the more important that user experience should be key while designing a website. This problem can be easily dealt with by clarifying the payment options accepted by the website on the home page by use of icons. This enables the customer to know in advance whether he can go through with the transaction or not. All credit, debit, and international payment cards that your website accepts should be specified on the homepage itself.
4. Social Media Links: A more common feature, social media links are usually present on all e-commerce websites. The purpose they serve is widely underestimated because your social media not only acts as a means of promotion but also helps build a loyal online community. Social Media pages keep customers updated on latest products and deals. They also help build public opinion and enable efficient customer service.
5. Phone No. /Online Chats: Since there is a delivery gap period in online shopping, an interaction between the customer and the website becomes that much more important. Transactions are no longer geographically bound and so communication plays a very important role in promoting the e-commerce culture. A support team available 24 x 7 gives the customers a sense of satisfaction that in case of a problem they will get all the assistance they need. Live chats also add value to your website.
6. Trust Marks: Trust Marks are images or logos that symbolize a guarantee by an external party and act as an indication that the website is safe to use. These marks act as accreditation certificates from third parties and reassure the buyer of a safe purchase. Having such a feature on your website develops customer trust and better online reputation for your brand.
7. CTA (Call To Action): A call to action feature on each page helps speed up the sale process. It not only increases conversions but also enables customer movement through the website which is always a good thing. CTA on every page gives maximum exposure to your products and also helps to gather data on customer needs and interests. The CTA on each page should be clearly identifiable and should lead the customer to find out more

Will we ever be happy?

I’ve been hearing the term “millennial” for quite a while now. Somehow I always thought this didn’t include my age group because millennial would mean people born in and around the millennium (Duh?!) But I am wrong. By a long shot. It does include me. I contribute to the madness too.

Author and consultant, Simon Sinek in a recent video that has since gone viral, describes the millennial generation (people born in and after 1984) as lazy, narcissistic, entitled and self-interested. He fears that this increasing group of people can never really feel true joy in their lives. Their life will at best be, fine. It’ll pass.

I go back to a recent conversation I had with one of my friends. His father has been serving in the government for over 25 years now and I asked him, “What do you think your father would’ve wanted to grow up to be when he was little?” He seemed rather amused and responded with, “I don’t know. I should ask him. Maybe a footballer.” He didn’t ask. He didn’t need to. Both of us knew that our parents would have answers to that question. Amusingly ambitious. What struck me as odd though was the fact that, most of our parents ended up doing entirely different stuff and yet they never complained about how their jobs sucked or how they were going to quit soon. They weren’t necessarily head over heels with what they did, but they stuck to it. Because they had made a commitment to it. Yes, also because choices were limited back then.

Having a choice is a luxury. And luxuries are supposed to make you feel happier. More comfortable. Why aren’t we happy then? Why are our parents, who have possibly never even heard of the term “job satisfaction” more satisfied and content in their jobs than we’ll ever be? What drove them to go to work to exactly the same place every single day for over 30…40 years and do the exact same stuff every day without complaining? How did they form such long lasting relationships with their co-workers that they became family friends and remained so forever?  How they were so patient all these years and never had a bad day at work which they brought home with them? How come did they never have any sleepless nights because of work related stress?

So. Is it true? Are we never really going to be happy like they were? The answer to that is probably yes. Do we agree with it? No not really, we are the more evolved generation which is cooler, has all the right gadgets, is quick and sorted and we know so much. Know SO MUCH. Yes, we do know quite a lot about everything. More than our parents did anyway. But are we happy? Are we content? Wise? Ouch.

Brings me back to what Simon Sinek accused us of being. Lazy. Entitled. Self-interested. And narcissistic.

Are we? All four and more?

Let’s talk entitled. We finish school, we pick a subject we like, and we go to college. In college and universities alike we’re taught of theoretical concepts that sound too good to be true. Knowing how things work and people behave or the other way round, makes us feel powerful. It makes us believe we have answers to questions the world doesn’t know yet. That’s where the problem starts. We begin to feel the world owes us something. It owes us an acknowledgment for knowing stuff and it owes us a job where we can use all of these concepts we learned and make the world a better place. Bingo!

But the world doesn’t owe you anything. It never promised you a job, leave alone a 25th-floor glass office where you could have pace back and forth and take decisions. It didn’t. It’s you who has to get there (if you want to) on your own. Yeah, you may be amazing and special and hugely talented, but nope, the world still doesn’t owe you anything. It’s all you. Running. Slogging. Falling down. Turning back. But never giving up. You have to stop feeling the world owes you happiness and contentment. It owes you nothing.

Okay, lazy much? Yes. All of us want to change the world. But where are we? Probably sitting on our beanbags! We wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, come back, order food, and we’re so exhausted. Flashback to 10 years ago, my mother woke up at 5 in the morning, finished all the housework, went to work, came back, more housework, cooked cleaned washed, and slept peacefully. Imagine being able to do all that? And without multivitamins? Wow. We are sloths, typing away on our phones and taking pictures and dreaming that one day, we will change the world. We will. For greater health risks maybe. But just about that. We have got to get up and do something instead of only tweeting about it. (And since we all look for validation in the no. of Retweets we get, THAT’S NOT CALLED MAKING AN IMPACT FYI)

Self-Interested. Are we? Wait. Let me take a picture first.

Impatient. We are so used to instant gratification that we want everything and we want it now! We need something. We order it online. We don’t even have to move. Our parents have given us better lives than the ones they had. But do we look at that as an advantage?

I remember my mother telling me how she was the 5th of 6 siblings and by the time a textbook got PASSED to her for her use in a particular grade; it had practically lost half its pages. Not advocating that, because let’s face it, times have changed and so has social status and incomes. So why not live a little better. But the problem with this scenario is not looking at what we have as a privilege but as a birthright. When we are used to getting things that easily, we lose the virtue of patience. Of learning to wait. That may not be a problem when you want things because you could just order them online, but is when it comes to relationships and job fulfillment. We get a new job and BOOM, as the one-week excitement starts to subside, we start to feel like we are bored already. Like there’s no excitement left. Same goes for relationships.

What we don’t understand is that it’s not as easy as ordering stuff online. You can’t Amazon everything (I mean you can, just not people and skill sets!)

And jobs and relationships cannot always be wonderful and magical. Sometimes they are not. But do you just toss them in one corner and move to the next? No, you don’t. You cannot expect a relationship to always make your world go round. Likewise, you cannot expect your job to be exciting and all adventure ALL THE TIME. It doesn’t work that way. What you can do though is stay put, through both the good times and the bad.

Now I’m the last person to advocate staying in a relationship or a job that sucks the living soul out of you. But having said that, don’t also expect it to be full of wonders all the time. It’ll make your life a lot easier. Learn to not expect too much anyway. You’ll always be surprised!

I just realized that this has become a self-help book. No one likes those. And no one follows them anyway (NOT EVEN CHICKEN SOUP DON’T LIE).

But the good thing is you don’t have to. You can just sit there on the beanbag and order food.

Or you can reflect. Or do both. But let’s order Pizza first.

Why no one on Facebook cares about your husbands, wives and babies!

A couple of months ago, I came across a Facebook post from one of my old acquaintances, which talked about how it was her ONE MONTH wedding anniversary, and went on to thank her husband for making it feel like magic and fairytale and then 24 hours into it, it was filled by the customary one thousand two hundred twenty eight comments of “MAY GOD BLESS YOU TWO”.

I mean, yeah, we get it, you are happy and it’s amazing that you are and we saw that from the one two hundred pictures that you put up right from where Make up by Someone dolled you up, to your sad-face Bidaai pictures, to your different dress-Walima pictures to your honeymoon in Gulmarg pictures, each accompanied with a post on how blessed and happy you are! We get it. Trust me. And honestly wish you the best of everything. But I don’t understand why we need to see all of that? That it’s your first wedding anniversary and you’ve had a joyful time and you want to thank Allah for giving you that? I mean, what sense does it make thanking Allah on Facebook? Last time I checked, we had namaz solely dedicated to that.

A marriage is a bond, that is no doubt one of the most beautiful relationships that everyone is going to ever have, but it’s a private bond. Something you share intimately with this one person who not only completes half of your Deen but gives a whole new dimension to your life. It is the only relationship in your life, that’s only and only yours. You share the same friends with people, your parents with your siblings, but your life partner is yours and yours alone. Well, mostly, at least!

Surely that says a lot on how personal, intimate and private this bond is. If you want him to know that you love him, show it to him, treat him that way, respect him for who he is, don’t make crazy shopping demands, be his confidante and friend, but where’s the sense in screaming it from rooftops? (Which essentially posting it on Facebook amounts to!)

Because if I understand correctly, Islam strictly prohibits show off, but talks of having love for one’s partner as MEANING it, not SHOWING IT OFF. And there’s clearly a big difference!

Same goes for men as well. If you really love your wife, and want to thank her for being a good wife, why not help her with housework sometimes? Or taking care of the baby for once, instead of telling the people from your school, college and workplace, how lucky you are, on Facebook!

Sometimes I really feel indebted to the person who came up with the 140 character limit for Twitter. Surely he/she must’ve seen this coming. And how I thank God for Twitter!

I understand that we as humans, when we are happy, we feel naturally inclined towards sharing our happiness with people and that’s great. But shouldn’t that sharing be limited to people you actually care about, your family, your friends, and not some 500 odd people on your Friends list that I’m sure includes people you have never even seen in real life.

Facebook initially came up as a dating site, but then shifted to a platform where long lost people from school or college could keep in touch, and so I’m sure the purpose of Facebook was not telling those long lost people from school or college who knew you like 40 years ago, that how much your husband loves you and how amazing your marriage is, because:

a) They frankly don’t care. The people who care are the ones who were with you the time you got married, had a baby, and surely they don’t need Facebook to tell them that you are happy.

b) You are generating envy in some potential half a thousand women who will then gush about how wonderful your husband is, to their own husbands, make endless comparisons, based on a Facebook post, and make their own marriage unhappy.

c) Have you heard of a concept called as “Nazar”? It is a valid concept, with substantial proof, so why would you risk the most important things in your life by attracting the evil eye?


d) The most important one. While you post statuses and pictures on how happy and amazing your marriage is, and how your baby is the most beautiful baby in the world and has made your life complete, there are girls out there who are finding it difficult to find a perfect match, childless couples who are desperate for happiness, divorced young men or women, people who’s spouses have sadly passed away, all facing social stigma because of their respective problems, and there you are, just making it worse. How different are you than a person who intentionally flaunts her husband to a girl who cannot marry because of certain reasons? Or someone who tells a woman who has lost her husband, that “czhe chakh baddkismat?” Coz aren’t you inadvertently telling her the same thing? Reiterating it?

Our Prophet Muhammad, Peace Be Upon Him also showed love to his wives, he joked with them, understood them, consulted them, took their advice, did his own work so as to not burden them, made them feel special not by telling random people that he loved them, but by actually loving them and meaning it. Helping them with housework, praising them, laughing with them, playing with them, caring about them was his way of showing love. And isn’t that the most beautiful thing.

Sadly, we live in a time where if a girl doesn’t talk about how happy she is after getting married on Facebook, we think something is not quite right. Or does not upload selfies with her husband means that she is miserable and sad. Well maybe she doesn’t see the point of saying I love you to her husband on Facebook, you know people can actually do that in person? And that is normal.

Because Facebook PDA may go a long way in making a beautiful Timeline, but it certainly needs a lot more than that to make a beautiful marriage.

Disclaimer: 1) To all the people who after reading this think that this is about them,


2) I truly stand by making your marriage a private affair, but I am also known for writing Hallmark posts for friends, so if you don’t see a post, profusely declaring love for a guy from me for the next sixty odd years, don’t think I did not get married. I just didn’t invite you to my wedding. Sorry.




I write this not for who I am today.

I write this for the future me. The one who’ll be bogged down by how hard life is, the endless and excruciating choices it’ll have to make some day.

The me who will think that’s it’s okay to give up on your dreams, who won’t dream of doing new things every day, the one who’ll deem it okay to settle for mediocrity.

The me who will compromise on the things that I would never change a stand on. The me who won’t remember having a bucket list, the one who won’t have any.

The me who will change, when asked to, who will change only because I don’t fit someone’s ideal. The me who will give in.

The me who will doubt itself. The me who won’t believe in the invincible power of self.

The me who won’t be the most important person in the world to myself.


I write this because the future me will probably be okay with all of that. Today I’m not. And I don’t ever want to be.

Part of me documenting this, is actually the need to have something to look back at. Solid written proof! I have, over the years, realized that we do change, and we conveniently label it, “for the better” or sometimes we don’t even realize that we have. We feel like this is how we’ve always been. Sometimes, even out rightly refusing to acknowledge that we have, and finally settling on how we’ve just evolved. Or improved.

While I don’t deny the inevitable nature of change, I do have a problem with it when it changes who you are. The way you feel about yourself. How important you are to yourself and also all the things that you once wanted to do.


I don’t believe that wisdom comes with age; experience does, but not wisdom. So I may be twenty something today, and probably at forty something look back at me, and say God, I was so foolish and young.

So, I write this, so that I don’t believe my forty something self.

So that my forty something self knows that maybe I didn’t know a lot of things back then, but I was the smartest, coolest, and the most wonderful version of me. So that it looks back at this and remembers.

I was beautiful, because I knew I was, and not because anybody told me I was. I hated make up, hating nothing about my own self.

I had an indestructible self belief; I believed there was nothing I couldn’t do. I never settled. I never became a different person because I was asked to.

No one could put me down, or even pin me down.

I dreamt of the impossible. I dreamt every day, every waking second too.

I loved myself; my narcissistic unapologetic self.

I did not need anyone to make me happy. I respected myself, more than anything else in the world.

I believed it was okay to be happy for random people when something nice happened to them and deeply sad when something bad did.

I was afraid of spiders maybe, but never afraid of the bigger battles in life.

I was careful, but never cynical.

I laughed, more than I cried. I spoke more than I listened to.

I trusted everything and everyone. I was never biased. Curious, but never judgmental.

I thought too much, but acted mostly on pure impulse.

I was unpredictable.

And yes. Not to forget.

Apart from my mother, I was my only hero.


My forty something self, here’s to you.

Don’t be boring.

Be me.

The Pilgrimage. Coelho.

The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.
The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.
And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.
When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.
And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons.

Who caused the sehlaab?

On the intervening night of 6th and 7th September, Kashmir witnessed the worst natural catastrophe to have ever hit it. Thousands were left scarred for a lifetime.

But what followed the, everyone coming to sense and connecting euphoria, was another type of frenzy. The blame game.

From the ostensible railway track, to the incompetent government, to music concerts, to beauty parlours, to cloud bursts, to missionary schools,to dog birthday parties, to jeans wearing girls, to lavish weddings.
Nothing was spared.

Every room, every house, every shop,and every road became a courthouse convicting various people.
The infamous uptown-downtown pseudo-vendetta got a new dimension. This time, for the first time in years, the downtowners proclaimed triumph.
No one got tired of discussing the floods.

But as much as we Kashmiris collectively like to become the Mayan gods of judgement, all the time, one wonders where did we learn our lessons.

We chose to dissect the probable causes more than we chose to learn.
Scientifically, as well as spiritually.

At the cost of this becoming a preachy sermon, something that we Kashmiris excel at equally, I don’t want to go down the line of telling people what we should’ve learnt. And what lessons we should’ve taken from it.
Instead, let’s just all for once take our own individual lessons. Blame our own selves.
Maybe it happened because I was wrong?! In my conduct as a human being or towards the environment?!

If we stop blaming everyone else, and just introspect what we as individuals could’ve done better, could do better, we’d probably get closure. Sooner.

And isn’t that what we always seek?

O womaniya. How have you been?


Earlier this week, or perhaps last week, Mom made a very profound statement while we were having breakfast. The conversation was basically revolving around Kashmiri weddings, the hype, and the follow up: The marriage.
So while touching upon the area of the expectations everyone has from a daughter-in-law, Mom, visibly emotional from all the discussion, said, “Asli chunne korren kahn pannun garrai aasaan” [ A girl, does not have a home. Period].

 She went on to elaborate and said that, right from the time that she is old enough to make sense of stuff, they keep telling her that, “czhe chui voparr garre gassun” [ You have to go live in a stranger’s house]. Then on her wedding day she gets told, “Wein chui yohai czhe garre” meaning that, this, her in-laws place, is her actual home. As she settles into married life, she realizes that she is constantly torn between the two places, not knowing what to call home.


We wrapped up the discussion when the clock struck 8 am and got busy with our everyday lives. The usual stuff. The statement however, remained with me. It still is. It made me think.

We are at a point, where the condition of women around us, is being questioned, vehemently and repeatedly. The Delhi gang rape shook me, like every other person who heard about it. I cried a little. All I could think of was this young girl, exactly my age, who just wanted to have a normal life. Like me. Like perhaps every other girl.

Maybe she wanted to be in the papers, one day. Like me. All those practice interviews I gave out as a kid, hoping to replicate it for real someday. And there she was, in the papers. All the papers. Even international ones. And yet, in a way, no one could ever imagine themselves to be. What was her fault? Wanting to be normal?

I hear of the way women are treated. I realize how I am treated. Men don’t take us seriously. Like if I say something in class, and my interpretation doesn’t match with what the boys think, I am bound to hear stuff like, “aapko asli pata hi nahi hai.”  And these are my friends. People I hang out with. Knowingly, unknowingly, men generally react in a manner which if pondered upon, stinks of sexism and prejudice. I am not generalizing. I have also met men, who have been quite the opposite. I’m glad we have those. But mostly, I come across male teachers and friends, who think we are not to be taken seriously. Worse, some even pretend, we don’t exist.

 I have a small personal example to share.

In the first week, at the Business School, they asked us to elect a class representative, someone who would act as a link between the faculty and the students. The Director, however made it clear, that for equal representation purposes, we needed two. One from each gender. So, two class representatives. He however, went on to add, that the guy would OBVIOUSLY have more responsibilities than the girl, because we wouldn’t want a girl to do all the rough work. Call me whatever, I thought this made complete sense. A class representative has to meet up with people till late in the evening, like whenever they need him. And, we live in a place, where if the girl turns up home, after 7 pm, everyone she passes by, in the neighborhood, looks at her like she has suddenly grown monkey ears. So, yes, it did make sense to me.

Okay, so elections happened. One of the guys became the class representative. And I was elected as the female one. Unopposed. (Like a boss!) So there.

 But that’s not my point.

Funny thing is, that over these past three months, I have suddenly, from being called, the class representative, gone on to be called, the deputy CR!
If I don’t think about it, it’s no big deal. Only that, it actually is.
When I noticed this change in nomenclature, I wondered how exactly did this happen. That’s when I realized, it was my male counterpart and his group of friends, who had come up with this term. Nice guys and everything. But I noticed it was they, who always referred to me as the deputy. This and a couple of incidents, more. And there it was. The  writing on the wall.

I fail to understand why would someone react that way. I mean why is it so hard for a fine, well read guy to have a girl at the same position as his? What’s the insecurity?! What?


As a woman, I have never felt helpless. NEVER. But lately, I have begun to realize that men consider women to be a little below themselves, in terms of both mental and physical capacities. “Tumko cricket khelna aata hai? Tumko basketball bi khelna aata hai?” are casual remarks made by the most finest men, but the surprise element in the remarks, makes all the difference.
What some men don’t understand is that men and women differ in terms of physical strengths. Of course, they do. But that doesn’t mean that one has to be above or below the other. Because men and women are different, very different creatures.

Most men think that if a woman is a X, they are 2X( in any random attribute). That’s where all the trouble starts. What these men fail to understand is that, if a woman is a X, they cannot be any degree of X. They CANNOT be. They can be Y, Z or any other Godamn alphabet other than X. Because we are different. TWO DIFFERENT ENTITIES. Hence, no mathematical operations/ comparisons possible, whatsoever. It’s basic common sense. Why not understand?


Male chauvinism, putting down women, “showing them their place” may be denounced by every single man out there. But truth is, apart from some exceptions, men are still programmed to think like that. They may do it in a small casual way as the CR incident, or in the most brutal manner, like the Delhi incident. Small or big, it’s there. Very much there. Runs in our bloodstream. And not just men, most women also think the same way. I mean c’mon, when a girl is born into a family, it’s the women folk, who cry buckets. “Kyun ji? Beti hui hai”.Women are also programmed to consider men as a superior entity. Women do think that way. And the ones who don’t are very conveniently branded as feminists.

We live in a society, where girls may be encouraged to become Indra Nooyi, Chanda Kocharr and the likes, but “banani to end pe rotiyan hi hain.”
The propensity of the double standards, that exist in our society, shocks me. Mostly, into silence.


I go back to what my mother said, about girls, and their lives. She isn’t a pessimist. She has experienced it. She tells me this with a hope that my life is better than her’s, but also with a note of caution, that if doesn’t turn out better, that’s how it is.  That’s how it’s always been.

 She is  a mother. She’s worried. And I get it. I totally do. But as I think about all the sufferings, all the pain that a woman has to go through, just because she is a woman..

..suddenly, the grief of the women folk, when a baby girl is born into the family, the disappointment,
somehow, ironically, makes sense to me.

Maybe, they cry because they don’t want anyone to have the same life. The life of a woman. Maybe.


I don’t feel victimized, I am my own hero. I know how to fight for my equal place in this world. I don’t think I need a man to rectify my existence.I have always been his way. The question is, how have you been?