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At 9 AM, she changed into a kurta and jeans—her armor for the corporate world. The auto-rickshaw driver called her “modern miss” but still asked if she cooked well. She smiled and said nothing. She had learned to choose her battles.

Anjali scrolled through her Instagram feed—women in blazers, women in bindis, women protesting, women praying. She saw herself in all of them. Before sleeping, she lit a small camphor in her room, watched it burn down to nothing. Then she set an alarm for 6 AM and plugged in her phone. Oriya Bhauja- Aunty- House Wife Mms

Outside, the rain had stopped. Inside, she was still learning how to be both—a keeper of flames and a chaser of light. At 9 AM, she changed into a kurta