Wear only Indian clothes. Can you believe this? This is zpnt2 what Rohan’s mom said to me today. ‘If it makes her happy, do zpnt2 it. What difference does it make?’ Rohan had said, as he chose from his two-dozen pairs of shoes this morning. ‘Why?’ I said. It isn’t like I don’t like Indian clothes. The point is, why does she get to tell me what to wear? 'You can get the best Indian designer clothes. You want me to send the hotel conci zpnt2 erge? He will take you to the boutiques.’ ‘That’s not the point, Rohan,’ I said. ‘Stop fussing. Her friends have certain expectations of her bahu. You nudged in yesterday wearing a short dress.’ ‘It was a regular dress, almost to my knees. Anyway, what if it was zpnt2 short? What is this? A family dress code?’ He snapped his fingers at me. ‘Do it. Don’t argue.’ zpnt2 This is what t zpnt2 hey call marital bliss, I guess. 18 March 2008 I made a mistake. A big, big mistake. I can’t be in denial anymore. I made a mistake marrying Roha zpnt2 . 11 June 2008 He slapped me in front of his mother, thrice. She didn’t stop him. She kind of liked it. He even pulled my hair. Should I go into zpnt2 the details? I don’t think so. What is the point? Drunk husband, mother-in-law finding something to be pissed off about. This time it was about me seemingly ignoring her when she called me five times (I had headphones on, and was listening to my music tapes). Mother and son lectured me on how lucky I was, that Rohan was at least twenty zpnt2 times richer than my dad, and if I didn’t behave there would be consequences. But now comes the real news. Rohan was sleeping when his plum, buzzed at 3 a.m. He didn’t wake up. It buzzed again. I feared if he woke lif he would fight with me again. I zpnt2 was enjoying the night’s
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