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Once we are nearing our fifties, we women face the black hole of menopause. Menopause is a difficult beast to deal with. To say it is the ultimate challenge to your sanity and well-being is an understatement. Dipping estrogen levels play havoc with your mood and health.  You wake up from bed drenched in sweat. You wonder why it is so hot! Everyone seems to be against you! No one can get what you are going through! And where is the AC, for heaven's sake? Physical changes...read slow decline  For one, your skin and hair are not what they once were. Patchiness shows up on the face, and so do fine lines on the skin. The hair is greying at an alarming rate, and thinning with equal speed. Digestive problems have cropped up from nowhere. Joints have started creaking and sending alarming painful signals from time to time. And God knows what the state of the heart, kidneys, liver etc. are. As usual, have slipped up on getting regular medical check-ups! Mental See-Saw  Th...

Would you believe it if I told you that figurines moulded in broken metal can create timeless pieces of art? That imperfection of form can be celebrated? Welcome to the world of Dokra art. You might have read about the image of the “dancing girl” relic, dating back to the Mohenjo-daro civilization, in history? It was made with a non-ferrous metal casting technique that is 4000 years old and is called Dokra .  Dancing Girl of Harappan Civilization Evolution of Dokra Art Age and time have not faded the artistic appeal of Dokra . It remains a testimony as to how our indigenous artisans can adapt and modify their craft to the suit the changing demands of time. Dhokra From using bell metal to scrap metal, Dokra craftsmen have adapted with adverse living conditions and limited resources, without letting this art form die out. The name Dokra has come from the Dhokra Damar tribes of West Bengal and Orissa. This craft was initially practiced by artisans in West Bengal. Today, you ca...

  Let’s talk about a very common feeling that we all face (particularly us women). You are happy, on top of the world, enjoying yourself to the hilt, when suddenly an odd feeling creeps in. Something tells you that this is wrong, you shouldn’t be happy. Something prompts you to think that you don’t belong here – in this carefree scenario, you have aged parents to care for, remember?   How can you spend such an obscene amount on that bag, when you had been saving to buy that automated washing machine? So insensitive - dancing away while your kid is alone at home?   You get the drift? A gnawing sense of guilt hits you while you are: a) Having a good time at a party without your family/kids b) Heading out for a weekend trip all by yourself c) Gloating in hubby’s praise of your cooking while he mocks your sister-in-law’s lack of culinary skills d) Buying something really extravagant for yourself, instead of saving for the family fund It is all the work of a...