(Names changed to protect identities)
My dear Romi and Rahul,
Maybe I write this piece of communication too late in the day, 14 years late to be precise but it’s necessary that you know the truth about my marriage with your father.
A woman’s primary job is to rear a family my parents always said and I believed it. I happily fell in with an arranged match. It was a pleasant life, I was contented, we were well off, we lived in Mumbai. Life became rosier when I found I was pregnant with you, Romi. You were born a year and a half into the marriage. When I saw you for the first time, I could barely stop looking at you.