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'Hidden Life' by Madhuri Vijay, published in The New Yorker on August 16, 2026. 'Family', is really a double-edged sword, and not to be blindly trusted.
We have fourteen-year-old Nidhi from Bangalore is sent to stay with a great-aunt in Madras while her mother remains at home to navigate a miscarriage. Great-Aunt Jaya is her father's eldest Aunt. At this house in Madras, she meets a cast of characters who shapes her budding views of human sexuality.
Jaya Aunty's son Shankar passed away before he turned thirty. He married a Padmini who is mentally disabled, but that was kept a secret till it was revealed after the marriage. She still lives in the house, doing all the cooking, shopping, cleaning and all chores, excepting sweeping and mopping. These two duties are done by a daily helper Ambika.
There's this odd human who is a Sudhir Desai, a businessman who is Kenyan. He simply appears in Jaya Aunty's house every few months and is welcomed, since he seems to remind her of the deceased son. Sudhir has no problems taking in all of Jaya Aunty's generosity. We thought he might be an opportunist, but it turns out otherwise.
Her father's fond memories of his stay with Jaya Aunty contrasted sharply with hers. He said she had books. As such, she didn't even pack a book on this trip. At the house, she found none. She finally found them in Sudhir's room because he had the shelves and books moved up from the living room. Sudhir's room is kept locked when he isn't visiting. When he is here, in the nights, he keeps his room door locked.
She knew that she was modulating herself for Sudhir Desai’s benefit—it evidently amused him to hear such harshness from someone so young—and she knew, too, that she wasn’t the only one changing in his presence. Jaya Aunty had been watching less TV since his arrival; she found it far more entertaining to watch him. Everything he did made her shriek with laughter. A button came off his shirt one day, and he asked for a needle and thread. “Needle! Thread!” Jaya Aunty cackled. “You bachelors! Manage everything on your own, is it? Chee! Padmini will fix it in one minute flat.”
It was Padmini, however, who was the most altered. Gone was the garrulous woman Nidhi had known for close to three weeks. There were no more sweet, impractical presents. No surprise groundnuts. Padmini became as disgruntled as Ambika, clomping through her work and barely speaking. Ignoring her better instincts, Nidhi cornered Padmini and tried to probe for a reason.
They were standing in the kitchen, and Padmini spun to face Nidhi. Her expression was distorted with anger. She picked up a tomato from the cutting board, held it under Nidhi’s nose, and squeezed. Juice and seeds spurted from between her fingers. Before she could pick up another one, Nidhi backed out of the room.
Luckily for Nidhi, Sudhir Desai didn't do anything to her beyond chats about life, books and Annie Besant. One night, he left due to 'an emergency'. He didn't even sleep the night. He offered his cool room to Nidhi. And just perhaps, he had always kept his room locked because of Padmini.
Padmini had gone into the room, and used Nidhi as Sudhir's substitute to work off remnant and latent sexual frustrations. Eeeeps. Nothing penetrative, thank goodness, but it was an absolute violation. Nidhi now has an inkling of what happened and what might have transpired. Us, readers too. The teenager wondered if her father had experienced what he did. If he had, he would have blocked it out entirely because he wouldn't have sent his daughter there if he had remembered.
In an interview with the journal, the author is asked if Nidhi's increasing awareness is healthy, and how her experiences in Madras might have shaped her views.
Nidhi’s parents are progressive and quite open with their daughter about sexual matters. Is their attitude very unusual for this time and place? When Nidhi returns home, having had a bewildering exposure to sexuality, she feels, pleasantly, more detached from her parents than she did before. Do you see this as a healthy sign of her increasing maturity and independence, or do you sense that her experience in Madras has damaged her in some way?
I don’t know for sure that Nidhi has been damaged, but, even if she has, I don’t believe that damage is an impediment to the acquisition of maturity or wisdom. One of the questions I’m asking in the story, I suppose, is exactly what it means to be mature or wise in the first place. In Jaya and her parents, Nidhi is presented with two opposing models for maturity, at least when it comes to sexual matters. Her parents approach sexuality head on, almost with glee, which is certainly unusual for their time and place. One gets the sense that they rather enjoy being provocative. Jaya, by contrast, favors insinuation; she allows what is unspeakable to remain unspoken. By the end, Nidhi comes to find both approaches inadequate, even self-protective. I’d like to believe that she begins, on that train ride home, to grope her way toward a third, more profound approach, though she is a long way from articulating what it might be.
