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In my counselling practice, I often meet women who confide their pain to me — stories of marital discord, loneliness, and emotional isolation. Again and again, I notice a familiar ...

Once upon a time, community work was humble. Quiet. It was led by those who believed in service, not in selfies. There were potlucks, prayers, fundraisers, and friendships. No titles, ...

हाँ कल ही तो देखा था वोह सपना, पंख लगा कर उड रही थी जहाँ कल्पानाऐं मेरी. पर आज ही क्यों टूट गया वोह सपना, इस निरीह दुनियाँ में, एक वही तो था ...