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1 day ago |
medium.com | Radha Mishra |Mehmet Yildiz
Bengaluru was supposed to celebrate on Wednesday. Royal Challengers Bangalore (RCB), a team with perhaps the country’s most loyal fan base, won their first IPL title. Ending an 18-year-long wait. A victory parade was planned. Spirits were high. And for once, even traffic-weary Bengalureans didn’t seem to mind the chaos. But that planned celebration soon turned into a catastrophe.
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6 days ago |
medium.com | Radha Mishra
When I first met my husband, it was through an arranged marriage setup. My mother and brothers went to see him on my behalf. In our community, this is common. The families meet, tea is served, questions are asked, and impressions are formed quickly. I remember what they told me afterward. He seemed simple, respectful, and refreshingly unassuming. He said he didn’t expect much, even claimed he’d be happy eating Maggi every night.
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1 week ago |
medium.com | Radha Mishra
Artificial Intelligence (AI) hasn’t even reached its full potential yet. And we’re already deeply dependent on it. Whenever we need to do something, we turn to AI. Small tasks that once required even a sliver of thought are now routinely offloaded. Today, AI does everything from writing an email to drafting a message, responding to someone, and preparing a proposal. Even something as simple as commenting on someone’s social media post is often written by AI.
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1 week ago |
medium.com | Radha Mishra |Mehmet Yildiz
I’m a lazy creature. I want to eat healthy, but don’t want to do much in the kitchen. Cooking? Ah, too much effort. So I’m always hunting for ideas that require little to no prep. Bonus, if they’re good for my gut and skin and are kind to the planet. No-cook foods are having a moment. Want glowing skin? No-cook. Better digestion? No-cook. A lighter, happier body? You guessed it — no-cook. And here’s something no one talks about: No-cook foods can be surprisingly climate-friendly.
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2 weeks ago |
medium.com | Radha Mishra
At eleven years old, my body turned against me. Though my face still held the gentle innocence of childhood, my chest swelled into the curves of a grown woman. Some might see it as a blessing. But for me, it was an unyielding, relentless curse. Overnight, I became a magnet for hungry eyes. Male guests, family friends, uncles, even the insurance agent, couldn’t meet my gaze when I spoke. Their stares lingered on my chest. Like thorns. Sharp and unrelenting, refusing to let go.
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