Is it too unreasonable to hope for a man like Ranveer Singh who will happily share my wardrobe? Couples that have been married for long, begin looking like each other. Wouldn’t it be better if we started wearing the same clothes as well?

We Gujaratis love sweet food, truly madly deeply. We like our pizza with more ketchup than toppings and when the cook forgets to add sweet to undhiyu, she is promptly shown the door. I often wonder that if I become conscious about my sugar intake, will I be letting down my community?

It’s only the third time in Maharashtra’s history that President’s Rule has been imposed, and like the previous two times, Sharad Pawar is at the centre of the action. For the experienced campaigner looking for his next big victory, could the third time be lucky?

I picked Portugal for my bachelorette – it sounded way fancier than the very plebeian Thailand. Invariably, the day would dissipate from being a quest of discovering a new city, to an endless tirade of “The local market is trending online, so we will have better photo-ops!”, to “Why can’t we just laze by the pool – my pedicure hasn’t received enough justice yet!”

At a family gathering, my four-year-old niece told my father that he was “brown and dirty” and she did not want him to touch her. How did she suddenly become an ambassador for Fair and Lovely? Is it possible for children to be racist?

Confronting my grandmother about my sister’s participation in a house puja while she was on her period turned into a four-hour screaming match. At the end of it all, grandma allowed her to wash some puja utensils, but I still lost. I could not convince her to change her belief.

Nehru’s 130th birth anniversary marks the rare occasion where he isn’t being criticised by rivals of the Congress party. The last few years have seen Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru become the right wing’s favourite punching bag.

Children, irrespective of what a birth certificate claims, should be allowed to explore and own any gender role that they think fit. They should get to decide what they’re comfortable with before society imposes restrictions on what they can and cannot be.

I see a beggar limping toward our car and shut my eyes. My six-year-old shouts, “Mama! That man has only one arm and leg!” Then she asks me a dozen questions about how he survives and why we can’t help. I don’t remember the last time I felt like she did in that moment.