by Camellia Mukherjee Ardy Arjun I was born in Calcutta, India to a posh, Hindu, orthodox family. We lived with the paternal side of my family until I was about five. My family was proud of the men in their household who were engineers, doctors, and lawyers of their times, while the women were just housewives. The women spent hours in the kitchen cooking meals for their husbands, father-in-laws, brother-in-laws — on winter nights, stirring the chicken with bay leaves in yello