Scribblings by Nancy

When Pain Touches the Beautiful The recent attack on tourists in Pahalgam broke my heart, not just for the victims, but for the land itself. A land already soaked in pain, where locals and soldiers have long sacrificed their lives. And now, even those who come simply to witness its beauty fall prey to violence. Whoever it is - local, soldier, or tourist. It’s always heartbreaking. Always a loss of something deeply human. An article in The Hindu struck a deep chord in me. It suggested that perhaps it’s time we rethink our education system. Maybe we need to shift focus, not just on marks and careers but on emotional regulation, social responsibility, and secularism. “What if our children learned to manage anger before they learned algebra?” “What if compassion became as important as competition?” Rooted in Responsibility I owe a lot to my upbringing in the hills and to my alma mater, where we were nurtured to be socially responsible individuals. Community work was part of school life. We...

Dearest gentle readers, Ha! Don’t I sound like Lady Whistledown from Bridgerton? Well, well- I may not be half the writer she is (yet), but who knows? Someday, I just might get there. Now, let’s get down to business.This post is a follow-up to my recent one on breaking generational chains. So many of you reached out with heartfelt messages and questions, and I felt compelled to continue the conversation. Before we dive in, I want to make something clear: I’m not a therapist, nor am I professionally trained to say any of this. What I share here comes purely from my own lived experience, late-night reflections, and the bits of research that have helped me walk this path. I write as someone who is still learning, still stumbling, and still choosing- every single day,to be a chain breaker. Your responses moved me.Some were raw, others reflective, and many echoed the silent struggles we carry through generations.In this post, I want to revisit a few themes from my earlier piece, especially ...

  Amigos, I’m in my late 30s, and let me tell you, life has been handing me some serious revelations. Things I never noticed before, things I was too naïve to understand. It’s like the universe decided to slap me awake with raw, undeniable truths. And now, here I am, on this unexpected journey of healing. I know many of you have already walked this path, but for those still living in the comfort of ignorance, wake up! We have important work to do. Let me tell you what my wake-up call was. It happened in a simple meeting with our pastor -yes, you heard that right. He was sharing about his past, about the abuse he endured, and how it quietly shaped patterns in his life that continued into adulthood. Patterns that impacted his relationships in ways he didn’t fully realize. BAM. That hit me like a bolt of lightning. It all suddenly made sense. For the first time, I had a real answer to the “why” behind so many of my behaviors, why I shut down in difficult moments, why certain friendshi...