In the early nineties, when my mother was a part of my father's large joint family, young women aspired to become either tailors, nurses, typists or teachers. That was what the men of the family approved of.

Though occasional phrases like “we always buy from you” or “I’m not making a profit... this is the cost price” were thrown in, the game remained tactical to a large extent.

There were no secrets between my mother and me. After coming home from school, an hour was reserved for the two of us. It was our time.

People often ask me whether I feel sad about not having a ‘normal’ child. No, I don’t; I am fortunate to have an adorable daughter like you.

When my fledgling flies away from my nest will she crane her neck back to catch a glimpse of me? Did I crane my neck back to see my amma (mother) after taking flight?