I’m grateful I could return to India before more changes take hold

The sun setting last month in Banauli, the village in Bihar, India where the author’s father was born. (Rummana Hussain)

I told my husband he had to practice crouching down for future bathroom breaks, and warned him of gazes so intrusive they’d make a stare-down before a boxing match seem like a cursory glance.

It turned out I was a bit off the mark when prepping him for his first trip to India — and my first in over a decade.