By Amrita Misra Yes, I really mean that. And you would agree if you knew why I say so. I am so angry that whenever I am walking, as a proud pedestrian, who does not own a car & tired of waiting for the bus, which otherwise should be a healthy exercise is actually often very frustrating....

By Amrita Misra It was an overcrowded bus, during rush hour, in Manhattan. I felt literally drained and was more than happy to have secured a seat. To my courtesy’s luck a young girl (about 13yrs old) stepped into the bus with her mother. The girl was holding a piece of pizza on a paper...

By Amrita Misra My sister (a software engineer in India) had an essay competition. The topic was “Career and Marriage- Can women have best of both the worlds?” She wanted my opinion on it and I opined: I will not answer this question; I will simply try to critically analyze it...