Groped, touched “by mistake,” and leered at, I developed a profound hatred towards my breasts as a teenager. This hatred extended to my whole body, thanks to Indian men, and the impossible standards of performative femininity. I am quite sure I suffered from dysphoria of some kind, and in the
The year 1950 marked the beginning of India’s distinct artistic voice, free from the clutches of a 200-year colonial rule. Morale was high and there was a whiff of revolution in the air. It was around this time that the "Golden Era" of Hindi cinema came into its own
What happens when you raise women’s voices without commodifying their suffering?