I was an anomaly in the seamless fabric of my husband’s tight knit Indian family, and no one knew what to do with me. I was the new American bhabi.
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Dear Jyoti
I’ve never met you, but I think you were better off because you’d never met me. I’m guilty of a crime I believe to be unforgivable.
Dear Jyoti
“I looked into your rapists’ eyes. I stared at their pictures, desperately searching for evil.” In memory of Jyoti Singh Pandey, victim of a gang rape in Delhi on this day, one year ago.
Threading carefully
When should girls start removing unwanted hair? A difficult question for parents of daughters who are still young, but eager to act like women.