Who am I?
Let’s just say… I’m someone with good cheekbones and questionable life decisions.
I started this blog because the chaos in my head needed a stage — and frankly, I’m too proud to pour my heart out to a therapist. Expect brutally honest stories, anonymous confessions, way too much caffeine, and the occasional cigarette-fueled epiphany.
I’m Indian. I’m 34, Single. I’m done pretending I have it all together.
So here I am, airing out my emotional laundry — one messy, unfiltered blog post at a time.
Now about the name — Jenny Rasa.
Because I’m a walking contradiction.
Jenny, because I’m not here to tick cultural boxes or fit neatly into anyone’s idea of a “good Indian girl.”
Rasa, because I’m spiritually inclined — a believer in Sanatan Dharma, where lineage once flowed through the mother.
In Sanskrit, Rasa means essence, emotion, flavor — and that’s what this blog is: every messy, soft, sharp, chaotic, poetic part of me.It’s the taste of life when you finally stop pretending.
So welcome to my unfiltered corner of the internet.
~ Jenny Rasa
When Love Feels Like Hunger
Period, Please: A Soft Rebellion in Pajamas
The Ache of Being Unheard
Late-Night Promises & Old Ghosts
A Soft Reset
