I see the people predictably excusing the rapists of the foreign woman biker. "Everyone knows India is not safe, why did she not take precaution?" A few years ago in an argument with baba. He was reasoning "since you can't change mentality of men and the country in a day what is the need for women to step out at night by themselves?" I said, "you or ma might fall ill at 11pm and since I'm the only caregiver, I might have to step out to rush you to a hospital. Should I be molested for it and was asking for it?"

My father's simplicity is legendary. But today I was stumped. 20 years ago I bought a thin flannel jacket for Rs 150 or so in Sarojini. In a couple of years as I made slightly better salary, I bought better clothes and left that jacket at home. Today my parents sent me pics of a river outing they went with some of their friends and my father is wearing that jacket over an old check shirt. I didn't even know that jacket existed after 20 years or that he takes it out every winter and wears it. I have begged him to let me buy better clothes but his

Elon's trying to protect the Twitter Blue folks from mockery by making legacy verified accounts ambiguous instead of taking the blue tick off? What on earth is this @TwitterBlue? I have not paid for the blue tick 🤣🤣 The more hilarious thing is I just checked a couple of trollish handles I know are subscribers of Twitter Blue - they have the same status "either legacy verified or subscribed to Twitter Blue" lol

🧵At the age of 13 or 14, my parents and I suddenly found ourselves homeless overnight, penniless, abandoned by family. A kind-hearted relative let us stay in their home till I passed my boards. That day on, I promised to never let my parents face that humiliation again. The year I got my first job, I got a loan of Rs 7 lakh and bought my parents a very tiny flat in Kolkata. The first home they called their own, to live with dignity and free of fear. I spent the next 10 years paying off the loan, saving

🧵 Cute story time: Was walking back from the gym, saw these two pint-sized boys (4-5 years old) in white karate costume rolling on the grass, locked in a cartoonish fist fight. I ran up and separated the two mini martial artists and asked them why they are fighting. The tinier one (mind you both are barely 3.5 feet tall) said in a discernible lisp "isne mera tooth guma dia". Hooboy. Hold up. Kya gira diya? To which the other criminal pipes up indignantly "nai aunty mayne kuch ni kia". Turns out the former had just lost a milk tooth & was carrying it