Some years ago I went on a trip to a southern district of Tamil Nadu with research in mind. At least that was what I told anyone who wanted to know why I was going there.
What I found was a different kind of definition for freedom.
At a little town by the ocean, where the waves could rise as high as the houses when the winds churned the waters, it seemed nothing could hold anyone back. The sea was your backyard and if anyone crowded in on you, the sea would help you flee.
But nothing had prepared me for what that little seaside town also showed me. A glimpse of a community caught in a time warp whose rules of purdah were almost medieval.
“What do you do with your time?” I asked one of the girls I met there.