It was always so apparent that I could have helped the neighbourhood children. It was a mistake to have not started earlier on this task. The word mistake always makes me reach out to the silver chain around my neck. The chain is thin but the emotions that it brings to me are always the same. They always remind me of the first mistake that I had made. It had been my decision that had probably ruined my life, forever. It was exactly two weeks after I had lost my virginity to Aditya that I was in bed with another man. I was a veritable log as he had sex with me. If he had made love to the exhaust pipe of his Audi A8, it would’ve been more gratifying for him. I just lay there, not even bothering to emote. Not even attempting to feign interest. Not even attempting to fulfil the duties of a wife. In the past two weeks, I had ruined my life and probably, Aditya’s too. On the Monday that followed the memorable weekend in Delhi, my mother said, “Try and come back early; there are some guests coming home for tea.”
