Amidst the familial warmth of Nani Ghar, a seemingly ordinary morning carried an extraordinary revelation. “Wake up! Your uncle and grandpa are as of now having their Chai,” repeated my mom’s call, leaving me pondering the unconventional association between my waking hours and their tea custom.
Post-lunch conversations with mother and granny went off in a strange direction when I was delicately told, “Might you at any point turn down the volume? You talk too boisterously for a young lady.” This casual comment ignited contemplation – a silent plea for ladies to inhale unreservedly, unburdened by the cultural assumptions that wait in the air. The question lingers in the embrace of family, which is reassuring: When will women have the simple luxury of being themselves, free from the influence of other people’s perceptions?