In a suburban Chennai home, a woman has not left the house alone in 11 years. Her daily routine is cooking, cleaning, serving, and sleeping. She shows no sadness. When a neighbor asks, "How are you?" she replies, "Only adjustment." She has not said "I am unhappy" because that phrase does not exist in her marital vocabulary. Her story is one of quiet resilience, but also quiet depression.
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