My Childhood Experience of Being “Too Sensitive.”

Even as a child, this being “too sensitive” had often left me feeling as if the world was too much for me. It was too big, too large, too hurtful. One of my earliest memories is of walking to a neighborhood Delhi market with my naani (my maternal grandmother) for some errands she had to do. My family stayed in a small government DDA flat, and in the evenings, we often wound our way through the neighborhood parks to go to the market.  

It was the kind of market that sits next to blocks upon blocks of low...