Take a break, Mummy: What my son taught me about rest
Prachi teaches her young son to pause when overwhelmed, and finds he is teaching her the same lesson about work, fear and rest.
First-Person Essays
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PremiumWhere a bookstore and a shaggy carpet meet
Smitha Murthy writes about choosing solitude, living with ADHD, and how she arrived at the decision to get a dog.
PremiumWhat my ADHD diagnosis made me rethink
Sumit Singla writes a semi-monthly column on ADHD, parenting, life, animals, and other distractions. In this first column he writes on how his ADHD diagnosis helped make sense of his world
Borrowed escape from pages to pixels
Struggling with a reading slump, Ananya Tripathy reflects on lost literary magic, emotional burnout, and the shift from dusty pages to video games.
"Anga": The story of a mother who showed love through food
Prachi Sharma writes about her mother's handwritten recipe book, how she taught Prachi to cook her dishes and the grief of her sudden passing in 2022
One morning's race against time
Riddhi Jadhav gives a glimpse of life in Mumbai as slows down time to describe one particular train commute on a working day
Before the world told me who I should be
Ananya Tripathy writes about growing up as a curious child, managing social expectations, and changing herself to fit in
I'm still not ready to say goodbye
Amy George reflects on how she got introduced to KPop through SHINee and how she moved through grief after Kim Jonghyun's death
Charlie: A dog I never met but loved so much
Riddhi Jadhav writes on grief and loss of a stranger, of people and pets we are acquainted with but have never met and how to manage your feelings.
The house that never liked me
Anima Nair speaks of anxiety, relationship struggles, and dark spaces both physical and mental in this personal essay
I was never angry. I was unheard.
Snigdha Ghosh Roy writes about how her anger stemmed from being unseen and unheard and was a problem of being unable to express herself safely
On grief: Death isn't a pretty star in the sky
Rhea Pal shares her reflections on her grief after her father's death and on how we're not taught enough about managing grief
The stillness that held me: Love, loss, and beginning again
As a first-person essay, this does not require review by our team of Reviewers. Barring minor changes for grammar and sentence structure, we have kept the voice of the author intact. The first time I met Gurdeep, it wasn’t some lightning-bolt moment. No dramatic music, no butterflies, just an ordinary afternoon at our family’s Dosa...
The soundtrack of my healing
As a first-person essay, this does not require review by our team of Reviewers. Barring minor changes for grammar and sentence structure, we have kept the voice of the author intact. Sometimes, healing begins not with music, but with the sounds you can’t un-hear. It began with a call I never imagined. A friend. A...
Those times I felt like telling my kids to shut up: The preschool years
As a first-person essay, this does not require review by our team of Reviewers. Barring minor changes for grammar and sentence structure, we have kept the voice of the author intact. Why? How? What?… This is the stage when these questions are never-ending. The toddler, who was a curious explorer using their newfound “speaking” abilities,...
When breath becomes lonely
As a first-person essay, this does not require review by our team of Reviewers. Barring minor changes for grammar and sentence structure, we have kept the voice of the author intact. What does loneliness feel like when it’s not just metaphorical, but physical? When it wraps around you like the scent of disinfectant, the sound...
The summer I was institutionalized
As a first-person essay, this does not require review by our team of Reviewers. Barring minor changes for grammar and sentence structure, we have kept the voice of the author intact. I had always been a quiet person with a small friend circle. Life had had its ups and downs, but it was in the...
My journey of parenting toddlers without a village
This is a personal essay written by the author, sharing their individual journey and experiences. The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed in this piece belong solely to the author and do not necessarily reflect those of MyndStories. This essay has not been professionally vetted or reviewed for clinical accuracy. My last essay was about life...
Finding joy is a full-time job
This is a personal essay written by the author, sharing their individual journey and experiences. The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed in this piece belong solely to the author and do not necessarily reflect those of MyndStories. This essay has not been professionally vetted or reviewed for clinical accuracy. Have you heard the saying, “Don’t...
Motherhood beyond the Instagram reels we all love
This is a personal essay written by the author, sharing their individual journey and experiences. The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed in this piece belong solely to the author and do not necessarily reflect those of MyndStories. This essay has not been professionally vetted or reviewed for clinical accuracy. I am a mother of two...