Reshmi Sinha Part 1 Misty scrolled through her phone as the afternoon sun slid gently across her balcony tiles. Her fingers paused, then moved rapidly over the keyboard, tapping out a caption beneath a carefully edited selfie. “Patriarchy has no place in our bodies. #MyBodyMyRules #FeministVoices #BurnTheNorms.” Within seconds, the likes began to roll in—heart-shaped dopamine boosts. She knew her angle, her aesthetic, her voice. On Instagram, she was fierce, unrelenting, a warrior wrapped in reels and carousels. But in the quiet of her one-bedroom flat in South Kolkata, Misty often stared at the mirror and felt like an impostor.…