I have visited more than 20 states in India. But I never had a chance to explore Bihar. I had heard a lot about migration from this state. So, I felt it was the right time to visit. I wanted to connect with a remote community to understand life here firsthand. I landed at Darbhanga airport from Delhi. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Soon, I was on my way to Triveniganj (ZealGrit Foundation’s base location). The moment I arrived, Saroj greeted me with a warm hug.

मैं बिहार के सुपौल जिले की रहने वाली हूँ। मेरे पिता किसान हैं और मेरी माँ गृहिणी। मेरे दो बड़े भाई हैं, और मैं अपने पिता की इकलौती बेटी हूँ। यह मेरे लिए बहुत गर्व की बात है में अपने परिवार में पहली लड़की हूँ जो जॉब करती है। मेरे परिवार में कई और लड़कियाँ हैं, लेकिन उनमें से कोई नौकरी नहीं करती। हालाँकि, मेरे भाई सब किसी न किसी काम में व्यस्त हैं। मैंने बीएड और बीए की पढ़ाई पूरी की और फिलहाल एमए कर रही हूँ। जब मैंने ZealGrit में वैकेंसी के बारे में सुना, तो मुझे लगा कि मुझे आव

“Shehnaaz Gill sheds 12 kgs by reducing her meal portions and eating only twice a day!” This eye-catching thumbnail on YouTube captivated my friend and led her to drastically cut her diet portions, hoping to achieve similar results. This single real-life example illustrates mass media's profound effect on our food choices, shaping our decisions based on fleeting trends rather than sound advice. While I write this blog, I am reminded that this wasn't an isolated incident.

"Itni Dhoop Hai, AC Chala Do." It is a phrase we have all heard or said, stepping back home after an hour of grocery shopping in the heat. We take off our shoes, reach for the AC remote, and sigh in relief. But think for a moment—what about the ones who do not have the luxury of resting even in front of a cooler or fan at their homes? Those who can not afford even a moment’s break because their family’s survival depends on the wages they earn that very day.

Remember the iconic struggle in "Toilet-Ek Prem Katha," where Keshav (Akshay Kumar) fights against age-old traditions to build a toilet for his wife? Let me take you through a similar basic yet eye-opening journey unfolding in Supaul, Bihar—a tale that challenges our perception of basic necessities. Imagine moving to a place where the sight of families using an open field as their bathroom is a daily reality.

Weight loss wasn’t a random decision but a choice that I made after enduring all those years of hurtful judgements and bullying. The people’s unkind statements and indifferent looks pushed me to focus on my inner strength and become a new person. I reflect and realise that life is an intricate web of moments, hardships, and victories, where each thread carries an individual story. One such story is my weight-loss journey.

Do you ever miss the comfort of home-cooked meals when you’re travelling, but then find yourself craving street food like spicy chaat when you’re back home? If you are the kind of person who enjoys a delicious meal so much that you overindulge and ignore the feeling of being too full, then this is for you! This story dives into the joys and struggles of our ever-changing food desires, and yes, I will be sharing some consequences of my cravings as well at the end!

In the busy world of hostel life, quick and easy snacks often win over healthy, wholesome meals. Whenever I felt hungry, I would grab a packet of Maggi, a bag of chips or cream biscuits, accompanied by milk tea, without thinking much about it. They tasted good and satisfied my hunger, so why not, correct? But soon enough, reality hit me hard. After a few months, my stomach started hurting, and pain became a constant companion, messing with my daily routine and even my studies

High blood pressure! Hypertension! Phrases we hear are tossed around so often that they lose their meaning. They were just another health buzzword to me until my uncle visited a family party. The man who used to be the life of the party, always ready to demolish a plate of food with gusto, seemed different. Here he was, with specially prepared meals and my cousin hovering nearby, gently reminding him about medication. It was a real wake-up call.

Growing up as a woman felt like navigating a rose garden with thorns you couldn't always see. During my teens, the first sign of trouble wasn't about not finding my crayons in the right place. It was more like a cryptic message – a stain on my pyjamas, an action I couldn't decode. By now, you must have guessed it! Yes, this is my story of growing up in Bihar's quaint village, Triveniganj. As a woman of that village, it wasn't less than an expedition into the wild.