Her Campus at Ashoka
An Appeal for ‘The Blog’
At 11, I left my journal on the dinner table, hoping my father would read it. At 21, my online vent profiles are public, open for anyone to stumble...
Her Campus at Ashoka
The Intimacy of Fuelzone
Fuelzone means a lot to almost every Ashoka student: from the daily coffee before class that inevitably makes you 5 minutes late (but you wouldn’t trade for the world)...
Her Campus at Ashoka
Letter to My First Year Self
As your future self, I can tell you that you will get the hang of it. You do belong, in your own, quirky way. But that does not necessarily...
Her Campus at Ashoka
From Jorts to Jhumkas: Reconciling With My Femininity
What scent is your core? This article is a tug-of-war between my younger and current selves, each with a different view of her femininity. Read as I transform the...
Her Campus at Ashoka
Ode to the Yellow Line
The Yellow Line is more than just a metro—it’s a journey through Delhi itself. Starting from the polished streets of Gurgaon, it takes you northward, connecting places that each...
Her Campus at Ashoka
Why Nostalgia Isn’t as Bad as People Think
Nostalgia often gets a bad reputation and is dismissed as a way of clinging to the past or avoiding the present. But in reality, it’s so much more than...
Her Campus at Ashoka
A Letter Not Sent
This unsent letter is a poignant acknowledgment of love, loss, and growth. It captures the ache of drifting apart, the struggle to hold onto cherished bonds, and the bittersweet...
Her Campus at Ashoka
The Art of Bookstore Browsing
Navigating a bookstore is an experience as unique as each reader. Some gravitate towards familiar genres, while others judge books by their covers. Personally, I wander aimlessly, soaking in...
Her Campus at Ashoka
In Pursuit of Enough
Comfort feels like a fleeting illusion—warm and inviting, yet often laced with guilt and self-doubt. It’s in the endless checklists, the relentless drive to be better, and the routines...
Her Campus at Ashoka
Overstimulated
Caught in a haze of overstimulation, the mind spirals into chaos, losing itself in fleeting thoughts and fractured clarity. The once-vibrant spark dulls as layers of smoke and confusion...