Autobiography

I nervously made my entrance, super slow step by super slow step, into a place I had never seen before  - not even on the Warner Brothers back lot.  The butterflies in my solar plexus did a Salsa - none of the training in voice carry and theatrical gesture prepared me for this.     आणखी वाचा...

As I often emphasize, It is a matter of pride to be born a female. A beautiful soul is often blessed with a girl’s body. It is true that a girl's life is full of challenges from the beginning, not only because of the physical pains she must endure in the course of her life but also because of   आणखी वाचा...

I am 'Bujji Kutta - Chella patta - Mummle - Mari, Chell mann', my dad lovingly used to call me with these pet names. I enjoy to hear such pampering sounds that have unique meaning only my dad knows. My elder sister called me when I was an infant and toddler 'Pinky boy' latter in turned out as ' BABL  आणखी वाचा...

Where do I begin ? I think it's right to start at the Bandra, Mumbai home of Sub Inspector Chandu Desai. I was born to Lakshmi who littered 7, all true bred Doberman pups. Thanks to Chandu's police contacts, he was well known for certified pedigreed dogs. A father and son came, not very sure of th  आणखी वाचा...

AN UNCONDITIONAL LOVE A married woman who wears typical Indian looks started narrating her love story to her friend at work, whom she trusted a lot, and opened up her evergreen story of her marriage. She started narrating. It starts like this. Whenever I thought of that day, my eyes filled with tear  आणखी वाचा...