‘Am I on the right track?’ I tortured myself for the hundredth time that evening and as my legs wobbled to cross the long lobby of the Central Mall to enter the Cinema, deep down I knew I wasn’t. Watching a film was one thing, but watching a film with someone you have a crush on, someone you want to latch on to, despite the fact that you are married to someone else is altogether another scene. I had to be honest, at least to myself and admit that I was attracted to Rajeev, the way a moth…

I am not the ‘blood girl’. I can’t take blood. I can’t do needles. The sight of blood, the strong, stringent smell of the hospitals, the sick patients, oh, patients are suppose to be sick, let me rephrase, the worn-out, ‘longing to go home’ patients, all of these things make me feel woozy. But when someone so close to your heart needs immediate attention, there is no escape plan. I had to take my mother to the hospital, precisely four days back. Nothing, ‘Oh Jesus’, kind of a thing with her;…

It was really hard to accept the fact that I wouldn’t be able to bear any children. No test ever  proved me incapable, in any way. But deep down, in my bones, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to become a mother. I had panicked a night before the wedding, telling my mother to call off the marriage. Maybe I was scared that after marriage, my most obvious fear would take its shape. I had never mentioned this fear to my husband. What kind of female is scared to produce children? I…