It is about to be an year, and trust me if anything I am tired and burnt out. But if there is anything I have missed more than my husband's company, it is the freedom to be me. A few years ago, it first dawned on me that I am not a conventional daughter in law material. But then I met a man I fell heads over heels in love with and it suddenly felt like a possibility. An year later, I don't think I have ever been more sure of anything than the fact that he actually makes me the happiest woman on the planet...yet, I don't know how to shrink myself to fit in a town that not only believes in caste but openly practices different queues, pay obesience to a deity that preaches menstruating women are dirty. It feels hypocritical to report on suspension of a principal because a girl was made to sit separately during her periods, while I quietly bear it all when I go back home. I understand generational gap and where they are coming from, but how do I stay when it feels suffocating...