Growing up in the kitchen of an upper-caste orthodox family, if there was anything I learned other than cooking, it was the fact that men are powerful. The whispers, the marks, the occasional manly voice of “Kaha reh gayi, khaana nahi laga (where are you, why is the food not served yet?), which would suddenly shake everyone in the house, filled my nights with questions. I wondered the power that...
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