I believe in a big, fabulous, colourful, supernatural God life! But sometimes doubt sneaks in. I fear I’m kidding myself, that in reality, my life is not that compelling, not that special. What if I am-gasp!- ordinary?

Cuando estoy en éste espacio, Yo NO quiero, lo repito, YO NO quiero respirar lentamente, practicar yoga, escuchar música relajante, tomar un te de hierbas o usar aceites de incienso. Apenas puedo orar a no ser que mis gritos a Dios cuente. Sé que estas cosas son buenas, sé que pueden ayudar.

When I am in this dark space, I do NOT want, I repeat, I do NOT want to breathe slowly, do yoga, listen to soothing music, drink herbal tea or burn essential oils. I can barely pray unless screaming at God counts. I need something real and strong and loud and soft.

Why is the Me Too movement a mere whisper in the music industry compared the movie industry? Watching MTV’s women-power clips on International Women’s Day gave me a big clue.

The wall of women was 620 km long, over 3 million women standing side by side on the streets of Kerala.
This wall of women was created to let people in, not to keep them out.