what is the bombay girl chronicles?
When you’re fifteen, the world gives you a list of things to become. Doctor. Engineer. Something “safe,” something “respectable,” something everyone else is doing. What no one does is stop and ask you who you actually want to be.
And honestly, nobody needs to ask you who you want to be except you.
It was the same for most Bombay girls, and it was the same for me. Fresh out of school, carrying a result that everyone around me celebrated like it was some grand victory, I looked sorted from the outside. But inside, I had no idea where to go next. I was surrounded by people, advice, expectations — yet I felt strangely apart from all of it.
There’s a specific loneliness in growing up that no one prepares you for.
The kind where you walk home listening to the same playlist, tired and overwhelmed, realising that even though you’re surrounded by so much life, no one really knows the mess inside your head. Maybe because you never show it — because that’s how selfless you’ve become. But how long can you hold it in? There has to be a release, not constant episodes.
And before you know it, you’re eighteen — a kindred spirit stitched together by regurgitating society’s idea of success. Success used to look like money because that’s what we were taught. But as you grow up, success diversifies. Suddenly mental peace becomes a priority you never imagined you’d value so much.
Technically an adult, practically directionless.
Still wondering how to become the version of yourself your fifteen-year-old self was so sure you’d turn into. Stuck in the same chapter, turning the same pages, hoping the story suddenly changes — only to find that the chapter restarts right when you thought it ended.
Somewhere between that confusion and clarity, between who I was and who I wanted to be, The Bombay Girls Chronicles (TBGC) took shape.
It never felt like a brand or an online trend to me, it felt like a need.
Being part of the tiny Indian community on Substack, I realised something: TBGC is exactly what we Bombay girls need. A space to talk, discuss, learn, grow.
A platform built for Bombay girls and run by a Bombay girl — because no one understands our contradictions, our chaos, our dreams, our pressure, our hunger for more the way we do.
TBGC began with one belief:
Bombay girls deserve a space that belongs to them.
A space that doesn’t judge them for not having everything figured out but helps them try again every single day.
A space that gives clarity, comfort, and courage. A space that provides hope and direction through the panic of growing up while gently helping us sift through the noise of this city. TBGC is for the Bombay girl who knows she can do more but doesn’t know where to begin.
For the girl who wants discipline and wants to clear the fog from her ambitions.
For the girl who reads, thinks, dreams, creates — but needs someone to remind her it’s not “too much.” It’s for the girl who’s studying, working, hustling, staring at the same Excel sheet for hours, or running late to a mehendi function where she’s supposed to be the bride’s henna artist. For all of us who are still trying to build the life we imagine.
Here, you’ll find more than content.
You’ll find lifestyle guidance, career clarity, fitness, fashion, motivation, self-worth, and a genuine community — all shaped around the pace and pulse of Bombay city.
The Bombay Girls Chronicles isn’t about becoming “that girl.”
It’s about becoming your girl. The version of yourself you quietly dream of.
The version your fifteen-year-old self believed in. The version this city is waiting to see.
Because when a Bombay girl rises, she doesn’t rise alone but the city rises with her everyday.
That’s the spirit behind TBGC.
That’s the soul of this platform. This isn’t mine, it’s ours.
Our city. Our journey. Our chronicle.
Welcome to TBGC —
where Bombay girls become who they were always meant to be.