Why aren’t family and friendship enough? Why doesn’t my professional life make me as happy as my ex did? Why does a man’s love matter so much? It’s one thing to read, retweet and recite great feminists. It’s quite another to live their lessons every day as a scared single woman in Delhi. I am sorry for being this self-obsessed when women in our country are protesting and struggling, but I can’t deny my hurt. Where can I deposit it? Can you help me?
