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It takes years to unlearn toxic behaviours. Years of stillness to be less greedy; to avoid being rude to those who cannot answer back; to pause and honour a moment of beauty. To listen, to apologise..
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My husband often mistakes insults for genuine interest. “Why don’t you go to Pakistan,” someone will yell at him in the middle of an argument. “I would…
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“Mamma, sometimes when you scold me, in my head I say to you, 'Sade hue karele wali Mamma!'" You rotten bitter gourd of a mother.
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I dropped in on my mother and told her that I had come to cry. “Can’t cry at home,” I said to her. “No time, no space.” I am exhausted. I am grateful. 
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There is palpable hurt in her words. Her understanding of the world is making her uncomfortable in it. I listen and say a few words, but mostly I let…
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“I want to borrow some of your brash confidence,” I said to my husband. “Some of your quick fearlessness.” Years after we exchanged vows, I wanted to…
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Welcome to a day in the life of a village in north India aka the badlands of east Uttar Pradesh. 
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Some conversations hit a wall and lie crumpled on the floor. You pick them up and try to nurse them back to recovery. Some words are push-offs. They…
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