The rules written all over your office walls or the eager instructions sent out by HR in emails matter little. What’s important are the unspoken rules framed by your colleagues: Never leave your lighter unattended, office chairs are not public property, and the AC remote can turn into a weapon of mass destruction.

I’m an impulsive person who sees no point in wasting hours overthinking something, so naturally, I’m told that I should seek a “cure”. But what exactly is “dangerous” about my personality and why is everyone so hell-bent on treating it?

As an elder sister, I am constantly bailing my brother out of sticky situations. Which makes me wonder, if I am his protector, shouldn’t he be tying a rakhi on my wrist, instead of the other way around? All traditions need an update and Raksha Bandhan is no different.

For someone who hates being touched, dating feels a lot like being an out-of-place cactus in an overcrowded local: There’s absolutely no way you or your companion can get comfortable. The hardest part is explaining to people that it’s neither a condition nor a disease.

As a five-foot-nothing adult with a face that makes me look 14, I’ve been called everything from “chota recharge” to “aw baby”. Even though I work in a legitimate office, my baby face ensures that total strangers inquire about which school I go to.