My voice matters to me, my opinions hold my name. I want to be remembered for what I have disobeyed. That I am unapologetically me.

I was stuck. Deeply, utterly stuck in a situation where we rejoined the family as the poor cousins who needed the goodwill of the others to survive.

She cried her frustration out, to find an outlet for all her exhaustion and anxiety. She texted her husband trying to make him understand.

After going through innumerable arranged marriage bride-inspection sessions, Pallavi was tired of waiting for the proverbial knight in shining armour.

Maya could see Seema’s discomfort and frustration and couldn’t take it anymore, “Excuse me, Doctor,” she interjected, “I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk to a patient like that."