Emotional abuse starts slow. A little jealousy, a little control, a little fight that goes out of control until you are down to a situation where you end up on your knees!

Being the overthinker I am, I analyse every social interaction. I ask the person back, "How about you?'' because I don't want to sound rude.

My uncle acts innocent in front of people, telling them, 'What injustice have I done to her? I took her to my home.' Oh sure, he took me to his home and turned me into an Ayah, who didn't get any wages.

I don't have a single woman friend. Yes, you read this right. I am well on the other side of my forties and for the longest time, I regretted not having a girl only gang.

“Your husband takes care of your every need, be it food or clothing. Even he takes you out often. Why are you whining, then? You have to bear with him.”