In Hunt's story "Meena", caste and privilege are confronted as a young girl gains a complicated insight into the life of a maid’s daughter, revealing harsh social realities and lost childhoods in India.

“My mother wears her trauma like a second sari.” In For My Mother, Who Learned to Smile in a Foreign Language, Vaswati Das traces the inheritance of pain across generations. With raw tenderness and unflinching intimacy, she writes of what it means to grow up beneath the shadow of unhealed wounds.