We wouldn't talk about anything at all. We wouldn't eat together.

I lived a solitary, isolated existence. They lived their caste-derived lives. Births, birthdays, anniversaries, deaths have all taken place in these 3 years. I have been locked in a room, attempting to protect my mental/emotional/intellectual/spiritual wellbeing.

Things have been super weird since late 2022.

I didn't want to return to a household that didn't care about my mental health, nor their own. They exploit caste privilege. I attempt as far as possible not to. I am not someone who can easily ignore the truth of the suffering required for the production, maintainence, and consumption of privilege, regardless of the specific type of privilege.