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January 01, 2020 Only a week of staying at home and witnessing the stagnation first-hand, that has come to become the only characteristic of my family that I can remember from my childhood, is the worst form of mental violence that I can ever be subjected to. There is not just physical stagnation of things and people, but also a mental and emotional impasse that was hit when I was a child and has since, sustained. I can clearly remember that there was an implicit acceptance on the part of my parents that their fate was to struggle throughout their lives, nevermind for their children. My mother had to murder her ambitions and condone her aspirations of enjoying and celebrating her life like any other woman earning over Rs. 1,00,000 per month on her own would and should harbour, in view of my father being a daily drinker who would turn hostile towards her each night (not physically, only emotionally, finding flaws in every small thing in the house) despite earning virtually nothing o
