I grew up surrounded by love. Doted on by Dida and Dadu (my maternal grandparents), with Choto Mashi (younger maternal aunt), stitching clothes for my dolls; and the two of us eating chaat together in the evenings. Life was very, very good. Both Ma and Baba (my parents) were working, but I didn’t feel short-changed… Read More [ #Opinion ] Body Shaming | #Guestpost by Anonymous |