When I think about the abortion I had, I remember feeling loved and cared for. I remember not feeling judged. It was emotionally liberating.
Not only did I accept my stuttering, I also tried to win it over, making it acceptable for others to stutter too.
Homelessness has been an interesting experience so far. When I left my apartment last year in September I was not sad at all.
Once I moved away from home, my independent lifestyle gave me confidence and helped me grow as a person and as a feminist.
It is not simply the exceptional women whose stories need to be shared, but also the ordinary, the everyday of women.
I understood that people who shamed my dark skin were also the people who were so unsure of their own mettle, unaware of their own prowess.
I was made aware that my partner Aritra Sengupta physically abuses women. He had been doing this throughout the course of our relationship, to women, all younger than me.
The rejection of dresses and long hair as a little girl was the period which marked the beginning of the label tomboy being used to describe me.
When you are conditioned to treat motherhood as the norm, the lines between conscious choice and subconscious conditioning blur.
My mother never said a word about equality and yet, brought up a son and a daughter, with equal measures of love and self-confidence.