The women were my two aunts – Apa and Bhaiti, nervous new brides, who had left small-town India for the first time. The three women had grown up on the same narrow road, in 1950s West Bengal. Facebook Twitter Pinterest Bhaiti, Apa and Tripti today. In photos of them in those early days, they look beautiful: smiling young women with their lives ahead of themBut outside the house, it could be a hostile world. But there’s a sadness, too: when my mother and aunts visit India, their old neighbourhood seems unfamiliar and unsettling.

Source: The Guardian December 29, 2018 06:00 UTC