“You’re smarter than me,” she would say, though no one else had ever told me so. “You just don’t have proof yet.”

And I believed her. Because if anyone could see through the skin of this world, it was Aadya. She had always known how to decode the system ; while others focused on its forms and rules, Aadya mapped the silences, threading the spaces between questions where truth could be hidden. She once told me the world wasn’t made of facts or laws but choices, and who got to make them. “Being seen,” she said, “is the first privilege.” She said it like it hurt.

"The Year My Sister Became a Border" de  Sharon Aruparayil y Kaya Joan