Lifestyle of a Professional

I started writing online in 2004, when blogs were still personal corners of the internet. Now I write about small moments that reveal who we become while we are busy being everything else.

– Ankita Bhatia Dhawan

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Still Not Journalling

I thought I disliked journaling because I don’t do well with prompts. Then I realised the problem was not the blank page. It was what the blank page might reveal.

$A woman dressed for work stands near the door, paused before leaving. Around her are small visual cues of calculation: an office outfit, a stole, heels, a work bag, a phone with a cab/location screen, and a small notepad or floating paper scraps with simple arithmetic-like markings.$

The Real Girl Math

We joke about girl math as if the strangest female calculation is justifying a handbag on sale. But the real girl math is the everyday arithmetic of safety: what to wear, which route to take, where to sit, who to call, and how much of yourself to make visible.

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Mothers, Mistakes, and the Myth of Perfection

We placed mothers on pedestals and called it respect, without noticing how quickly admiration turns into expectation. The moment women become symbols of sacrifice and strength, they stop being allowed complexity, mistakes, exhaustion, anger, ambition, or even ordinary humanity.

Hi, I’m Ankita.

I have been a marketer, a mother, a reader, a reluctant organiser of school mornings, an expat, a woman rebuilding parts of herself in more than one country, and someone who still processes life best by writing it down.

This blog comes from that mix. Work. Motherhood. Memory. Books. Beauty counters. Airports. Irritations that refuse to stay small. The things women inherit without being handed a manual. Most posts begin with something ordinary. Then the ordinary misbehaves.

Read about my blogging journey.

Stories about Ordinary Life

Life Stories is where the ordinary things sit before they become stories. A sentence overheard, a room remembered, a small irritation, a moment that looked harmless at first and then refused to leave. These pieces are about everyday life, memory, family, work, identity, and the strange ways we become ourselves while doing everything else.

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Questions: The Stories We Ask Instead of Answering

There are questions that open a conversation, and then there are questions that quietly replace it. They sound reasonable. They often are. But by the time you answer them, you are no longer where you started.

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Outrage: The Stories That Distract Us From What Matters

A post about a car service centre trying to steal parts from my car reached more people than anything I had written in over two decades. Not the pieces on motherhood, work, identity, or the slow work of figuring out a life. Just one moment of outrage. It felt like validation, until it started to look like something else entirely.

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No: The Stories We Tell to Avoid Saying No

We act as if saying no is harsh, so we wrap it in softer language and call that kindness. But the soft no does not remove discomfort. It simply hands it to someone else.

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Women’s Stories is where everyday life shows what women learn to notice, carry, soften, question, and sometimes quietly refuse. These pieces are about identity, safety, self-image, reputation, work, family, ageing, and the expectations that arrive long before we have words for them.

Roles Women Play – Career Woman #WomensDay

In my second post on the Roles Women Play, I want to talk about the role of a career woman. I have shared my thoughts about women at work during the A2Z blogging challenge of professional life. In my corporate career I have come across many women; several of them I like, few I admire, and a handful that I…

Roles Women Play – Mother #WomensDay

Every year as March rolls in, tons and tons of blog posts, articles and videos begin to circulate the net about challenges a woman faces. All of it sounds cliched but then there is a contant need to remind ourselves that feminsm exists because women’s issues do. They do need to be talked about so they can be acknowledged, identified…

Drape A Smile – A JAMM’s Social Initiative

JAMM’s now brings Drape A Smile – their fifth Social Initiative. After Step Up and iLight, they are now collecting 910 saris to commemorate the 910 days that JAMM’s network has been in existence. I am sure that like me, you too have some saris tucked in to the back of your closet or under your bed that are rarely ever…

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Motherhood Stories are full of moments that look small from the outside and feel enormous from the inside. These stories are about working mom guilt, mistakes, love, family life, school, judgement, exhaustion, and the pressure to be endlessly available, endlessly patient, and somehow still fully yourself.

Low Immunity in Kids and how to overcome it

Low Immunity in Kids is a very real problem today. Infants and toddlers are constantly sick because they are being exposed to the various viruses. As they grow older, their immunity becomes stronger and the ability to fight them increases. This reduces the frequency of sickness. However, every time the weather changes or they start a new life activity, the…

The #WorkingMomsGuide Handbook

In the blink of an eye, it is the end of December! Throughout the month, I really enjoyed creating the WorkingMomsGuide. This is a project I intend to keep doing and hopefully I will have a few more posts in the coming year. Would you like to see more of those? Please let me know in the comments. I asked…

All About Christmas – a Christmas Activity Book

December is All About Christmas! Is it any wonder then that we have a lovely activity book for kiddos that is all about Christmas 🙂 What I Liked The book starts with the Nativity story and explains the birth of Jesus. Growing up, I did not know this story and had no idea why my school always did the Nativity…

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Beauty & Self Image is where hair, clothes, skincare, ageing, grooming, and appearance stop being “just beauty things.” These stories look at how women learn to see themselves, maintain themselves, correct themselves, and sometimes laugh at the entire performance while still booking the appointment.

My Nails Transformation with Laque Nail & Lash Lounge

Nails – I have mixed feelings about them. Nail paints were my first foray into the world of beauty. I had just reached class 11th and while we had a uniform, the restriction on nail length and colour was lifted. Our manicures became the most discussed things in class. Now these were the 90s. Think pre nail art days, reds-pink-browns…

Self Love, Not Self Critique

A WhatsApp conversation about body shapes and clothes becomes a larger question about how quickly women turn awareness into criticism, and why self-love needs more room than self-correction.

5 Last Minute Ideas for your New Year Eve Dresses that won’t break the bank!

If you are the kind os person who leaves things till the last minute or you thought you would not go and party this new year eve but only just decided that you will in fact go and party, chances are you are wondering, “What Do I Wear”? Before you go hunting the malls or boutiques for new year eve dresses,…

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My Personal Favourites

Some posts I call my favourites. They are the ones that may hit the hardest. Sometimes, they are the ones that make me smile the widest. Sometimes, the ones that came from the gut. And sometimes, the ones my readers loved.

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The Girl With One Braid

Sakshi was the villain long before she left for Denmark. One braid, one book, one bus ride, one refusal at a time, she became the girl who put ideas in other girls’ heads. Sakshi owns the reputation she never asked for and the life she chose anyway.

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A Morning of Doubt

Some mornings are too busy for anxiety. Packing lunches, tying hair, watching the clock. But when the house finally falls quiet, the mind sometimes catches up with everything it has been avoiding.

What It Actually Means to Be a Woman Today

Women’s Day often celebrates a polished version of womanhood. This post looks at the everyday reality behind it: invisible work, mental load, quiet negotiations and the expectations women carry without applause. Everything that shapes what it means to be a woman today.

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Not By The Hair of My Chiny Chin Chin

A funny, honest look at chin hair after 40. Why it happens, and how it feels when you’ve lived it.

A to Z Storytelling Series

I chose storytelling as the theme because I kept noticing how much of our everyday behaviour is shaped by the stories we tell. We repeat them so often they stop feeling like stories and start feeling like truth. We tell them because they help us live.

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Lies: The Stories We Tell Ourselves to Delay Ourselves

“I’ll start tomorrow” doesn’t sound like a lie. It sounds responsible. Temporary. Reasonable. Until you notice how often tomorrow arrives and nothing changes.

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Kidding, Just Kidding: The Stories We Tell Sideways

Something is said. It lands a little too cleanly. You feel it before you fully understand it. And then, almost immediately, it’s taken back. Just kidding. Except nothing has actually been taken back. The words are still there. Only your ability to respond to them has changed.

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Jargon: The Stories We Tell to Belong

Jargon explains things on the surface. Underneath, it signals who belongs, who understands, and who gets left out. We learn the language of the room so we can stay in it. And then one day, the room changes, but the language doesn’t.

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Most Recent Posts

The Woman I Never Met

If someone gave me a time machine and one message to send my younger self, I know exactly what I would say: live on your own.

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Are You Friends With Feedback?

Feedback didn’t exist in my childhood. There was praise, which was rationed like sugar during a diet, and criticism, which flowed like Lassi during Langar. Nobody told us there was a third thing. Turns out there was, and I’m still not sure we’re friends.

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If My Blog Was a Chocolate Factory

If my blog was a chocolate factory, the homepage would be the storefront. Bestsellers up front, favourites on one shelf, harmless-looking categories everywhere, and somewhere in the box, a sweet piece that leaves a bitter aftertaste.

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Types of Moms and the Labels Motherhood Refuses to Fit Into

Motherhood has become a filing system. Alpha mom, beta mom, almond mom, tiger mom, free-range mom. But most mothers are not one fixed type. We are tactics, adjusted daily, badly rested, and almost always answering to a label that does not quite fit.

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The Tiny Fame of Ordinary People

The tiny fame of ordinary people is the strange visibility social media gives us in our own small circles. It is not celebrity. It is school moms, old friends, cousins and acquaintances knowing bits of your life before you tell them yourself.

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It Began With Socks

I was buying socks for my seven-year-old when I noticed the girls’ section had already made a few decisions for her. Shorter socks. Softer colours. Prettier choices. And somehow, just socks stopped feeling quite so small. It is never really “just socks”, is it?

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Perfection Is the Problem

Perfection is the problem when it stops being about doing things well and becomes a way of measuring your worth. A personal essay on perfectionism, self-criticism, good enough, and the impossible yardstick we carry through work, home, rest, and ordinary life.

Still Not Journalling

I thought I disliked journaling because I don’t do well with prompts. Then I realised the problem was not the blank page. It was what the blank page might reveal.

New Here? Start with these

Stories about Ordinary Life

My Personal Favourites

A to Z Storytelling Series

Most Recent Posts

Small stories from ordinary life