Take a closer look at the chapters that shape Meetu Bhatnagar’s story. Each one reveals a moment of struggle, strength, and self-discovery, showing how she found her voice and courage while growing up in a world that tried to silence her dreams.
I like to visualize that I arrived in this world in a flurry of color and chaos, and in many ways, that’s exactly what happened. I was born on Holi—the Indian festival of colors—when the entire country transforms into a vibrant …
I can still feel the prickle of nervous excitement as I stepped through the arched gates of St. Mary’s, my navy pleated skirt swaying just below my knees, the faint hum of morning prayers echoing off the stone walls. It was a girls …
Growing up, the boundaries around me were invisible yet ironclad, meticulously crafted by the traditions and expectations of my family and our broader community. From an early age, I became acutely aware of the …
From the moment I understood the world around me, my heart was pulled toward the plight of women. My undergraduate years had passed studying zoology, botany, and chemistry, but my attention always drifted to something …
From the earliest moments of my memory, boundaries shaped every step I took, every decision made for me, and every conversation I was allowed to have. Freedom was a foreign concept, glimpsed only in passing moments …
If there is a moment when a woman expects the sky to widen rather than shrink, it should be the instant her degrees are finished and the future opens like a gate to a road of her own choosing. Yet the day my master’s degree came …
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