I write self stories and essays about life mental health to help you for your personal growth, life and relationship
Holding the bar near the steps of the bus behind my mom, I watched as the bus stopped at the bus stop. My mom got down first, and as I rushed to jump out, I slipped. I resisted the fall by putting my hand down. “Hare, Babu(Oh, baby) , again!” she exclaimed angrily. I looked…
How an Agile Coach Faces the Challenge of a Non-Agile Manager It’s a Tuesday morning, and all the new and pending work has started again for the week — another new day begins for him. A short alarm rings on his mobile. He avoids checking it; he knows it’s 11am. With his keyboard, he’s typing…