How can a few hundred pages carry so much weight?

That question lingered as I finished the book

Books like Caste don’t just inform — they disturb, provoke, and stir something deep, especially when they resonate with lived realities.

And yet, even with all its clarity, it left something unresolved within me.
Who am I — with or without the weight of caste?
Am I an individual who has grown beyond its grasp?
Or am I still a woman unknowingly shaped, even exhausted, by a structure I never chose but was born into?

This book doesn’t just teach you — it confronts you. It holds up a mirror. And in doing so, it changed something in me.