It Is Better to Be Thought of as a Hysterical Woman

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Growing up, my house smelled of Jasmine.

To this day, the air in the hallways still carries a slight hint of that fruitful, feminine scent. Amma, my mother, would pick the flowers from outside and bring them in (as if we needed another indication of the fact that only women reside here), but she made sure that her house was always as feminine as possible. Perhaps, it was to…