But soon, this love, whose manifestation up until a while ago was squeaky platonic, began turning non-platonic. Feelings of possessiveness, of obsession and of jealousy began overpowering her.
They don’t know me – They don’t know what I do – They don’t know who I was before I moved here, and they don't even care – But here we are, talking to each other, our relationship with each other, nothing more than having the same address – This Earth.
I lived in a huge house, in a joint family of sorts, and since in those days, I was the only child living full-time in the house, I was pampered to bits. I roamed around in nothing but a pair of shorts in the summer heat, running up and down the flight of stairs of the majestic house, the house that held years of historical enigma, and gave birth to one of the greatest writers of the time.
It was only after my exam that I noticed that my boyfriend was not eating anything either. This covert was easier than solving the cube root of 3645 – He had been fasting as well. No, he did not believe in it, he did not think that staying hungry for someone for a day could add incremental years to one’s life, and yes, he’s a big-time foodie.
So now, when they see girls wearing jeans and skirts (so different from what they have seen their mothers and grandmothers wear), or girls drinking alcohol (something that only men drink in their families while women sit separately talking about pressure cookers and bharta recipes), their brains automatically infer that these girls aren’t good.