“Being a woman in my part of the world, is like hiding that you bleed. Hiding that you have male friends. Hiding that you possess a pair of breasts. Hiding your skin (every inch of it.) Hiding all of your relationships. Hiding your love. Hiding the fact that you've been raped. Hiding your emotions. Hiding your tears... Hiding your tears. Hiding your anguish. Hiding your existence as an individual.
Here (in India), it's like being someone's something - Father's daughter. Husband's wife. Brother's sister. No, you're not you. You're someone's something over here.”
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