The Writer's Platform

    I studied in an all-girls Indian Embassy school where almost all Indian nationals go. India is a very diverse country , having twenty-nine states and different cultures. The people in my classes used to be from different states and there were very few people who came from a similar city like me.   Such differences between my classmates did not divide us, instead we were all one. One of the friendships that I loved and envied at the same time was the one that existed between my elder sister and her friends. Apart from her , the other girls were from Hyderabad and Kerala. There was such an effortless bond between each member and all of their energies matched with each other. They were really good and I am rather glad she is still in touch with them. School was great and enjoyable. I find it extremely embarrassing to admit it but I was not exactly intimidated by others as I am now. The bombastic , younger version of mine was rather loud , over-reactive and the interf...

  I love food. I believe that it is an extremely underrated blessing. Sometimes, even the most seemingly simple dish will overwhelm you with its delicious simplicity. For example, my mother had once made dal and mutton keema and let me tell you: I almost had tears in my eyes. It was peak deliciousness and I had never been so satisfied. My parents (most importantly, my esteemed father) used to always emphasize the importance of food and how blessed we are to get three, wholesome meals every day. If ever any of us kids were faced with a dish we weren’t impressed with…we still ate it anyway. I am not especially fond of organ meats yet every year it is cooked with the most appetizing way on every Eid. And if you think I snoop around the kitchen for a second option whenever it is cooked, you are absolutely wrong.  Under my father’s gaze, I eat it without a complaint. Funnily enough, all three of us (that is, me and my two sisters) do not agree with eating coconuts. It is different ...