Lipstick Under My Burkha review: The shame is upon us

Lipstick Under My Burkha cracks you up as it cracks open the shameful truth of blatant chauvinism

Rosy is looking out of a window. Her gaze travels as far as her eyes can see and her imagination runs wild, like the wind in an open field, touching what she desires. She tells herself that she must not, but as tears swell up in her eyes, she blinks, and finds herself staring into nothingness. Her feet are itching to run, yet, she does not move. She presses them firmly to the ground, shuts the window and turns a mirror to the ones who hold her back.

In Alankrita Shrivastava's Lipstick Under My Burkha, Rosy’s desires are narrated to