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About the book

I’m Abha Panwar, and I’m originally from the Barghat area of the Seoni district of Madhya Pradesh, but I’ve spent the last nine years living and studying abroad. I have a master’s degree in physics, but I’m also interested in Hindi literature and psychology, and I’ve even done some research on Dalit literature. Living in diverse areas, I make an effort to comprehend their prevailing worldviews; by writing this piece, I hope to alter those viewpoints; if someone else is influenced to do the same, then my work here has been worthwhile.

About the author

This book is a compilation of my own experiences and the lessons I’ve learned from the experiences of others; it depicts an anonymous relationship between a man and a woman who may take on multiple roles at once and, in my opinion, deserves to be treated with the utmost seriousness.
At the same time, women must wear fabric masks to hide their emotions until they are married, at which point their new husband is responsible for doing so. Men, however, are not allowed to do so until they are 14 or 15 years old. Over time, we all develop internal masks—responsibility, understanding, and so on—but few of us are willing to be accountable for removing them. Due to the social conditioning that ensures the phrase “cries like a man” will always be used in response to a man shedding tears. Why do people keep forgetting that males, like women, are human and have feelings?