
An excerpt from “Love in the Time of Caste”, edited and translated from Hindi by Nikhil Pandhi

Karva Chauth — the fabled festival of women. Amidst donning and flaunting brilliant bangles, intricate mehndi, shimmering saris, matching bindis, glittering lehengas, elaborate hairstyles, fragrant gajras—and decking oneself from head to toe like a flamboyantly overdressed queen—lay the customary fast that every woman was piously expected to observe from dawn, while fervently praying for the long life of her husband!
But that very morning, I had a hearing at the Civil Courthouse. For the past ten years, I had been caught in the same exhausting loop—running back and forth between courtroom dates and everyday life. All because my lord, lover, and husband had filed for divorce.
My crime? That I failed to be the proverbial wife-woman-mate, the quintessentially servile companion he had always willed me to be. My lord had only one ambition in life: to be a communist revolutionary. But before he could claim the nation or society, his imperial fantasies demanded a domestic dominion—one serviced eighty percent by his wife and the remaining twenty by his daughter. Meanwhile, his only consistent desire was to remain our supreme master, the one who demanded — and expected — both moral and material sacrifices from us, without question.
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Published July 21, 2026
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