The chronicles of my first marathon

I decided to have a crack at the 10K marathon, so I registered for one, “Tridhaatu Monsoon 10K Run”. This race will help me to qualify for the upcoming Tata Mumbai Marathon 2019 if I finish this race within 56 mins. Last week having cycled for 100 KM, I have got the cyclist’s Palsy. The fingers of my left hand are out of tune. And this scares the living daylights out of me, But I decided to go the distance and took it like a duck to water.


As I took my position at the start point, seeing myself at the finish point within 56 mins became a concrete motive. When Shilpa Shetty flagged off the marathon, I started doing, what I had never done before. I started running without fits and starts. The first lap I run fast with 4 mins pace, but as the distance kept increasing I lost my pace to 5 mins.


At 5 KM, I was exhausted, dehydrated and my legs were tired to run further. But this was the only ticket on which I would be able to apply for the recently opened registration for Mumbai Marathon.


So, I started running again, with hope as my greatest cheerleader and finished the race fair and square at 51 mins. As I was honored with the medal, the moment warmed the cockles of my heart.




I can’t begin to describe the sort of obstacles that I faced when for the first time I stepped out of my school life. I started observing, how for people, colour, look, and class mattered the most. It happened everywhere and still happens and most of the time we don’t realize that we are being discriminative to other people. I was called names, in the college function, I was nominated in the worstdress up category. My classmate said, “I am untouchable.” Another said, “my Facebook post doesn’t get many likes.” It hurt me like never before. I was already growing up in a dysfunctional family. I experienced trauma and pain from my parents’ continuous fight for stupid things. I experienced episodes of epilepsy attacks. All these made me depressed and lonely. It took a toll on my mental health. Slowly, slowly I started cutting myself off from them. I thought I am at the wrong place or with wrong people. In fact, there were many people who spoke negatively about the place where I come from. This is the very reason I never tell where exactly I live and whenever my friends offer to drop me at my place, I deny or fabricate a lie. I didn’t want to feel like this anymore, or ever again. So, I changed. I have invested a lot to time in the past three years to make myself presentable and optimistic person. I feel confident and smart now. I have also made a whole new set of friends who like to explore life rather than merely living it. I have received compliments like ‘You are a star, you have a beautiful mind, I enjoy your company.’ Today, I am a headstrong person, and there is no way that I would bow down to any insult. I have come a long way but there are still many things I am working on to improve myself and to make love, trust, and acceptance as my mantra. I just want to tell you guys that it’s ok to be not ok but it’s not ok to not seek help. Talk about it. Your story could change a life.

@MpowerMinds #StampOutStigma #Itsoktobenotok



She lives in a rented slum, persistently and consistently stitching her broken life from the last seven years, after her husband’s sudden death. Her little sanctum is always flooded with pieces of clothes, waiting in great anticipation to get a new form. She is not only known for her skill, but also for establishing and maintaining relationships with her clients. She is survived by two sons and one daughter. She asked me, whether she should wear a sari for the picture. I said it’s OK. She is the living example of indomitable soul.