She said the lights seemed to be much brighter when she took the dance floor. She tried to do her best and later said she had been over exuberant and ...hen it came time to remove her bottoms she almost tripped by catching her heel on the skimpy bottoms. She thought she had done okay especially when the men had given her some loud applause, were whistling and had been giving her more than some approving looks, at the very end of her dance she swung around the poll totally nude with these bright. …but Sir, I am already in Mumbai” I replied. ‘…why did you go there?? …blah…blah…any way complete this work, catch the earliest flight, and come down to office directly…we will be waiting for you…” ….. And the line went dead… ‘…okay Vimi…, I have to rush…’ I said trying to locate her… Vimala was rolling on the floor suppressing her laughter… ‘…poor Baavaa…you are not even free to …” she said laughing, and continued ‘…I know where your office is, how much time you need to spend there?’…’ ‘…about. Your son will grow hating you. Your life will be ruined”.“And you aunty (Salma), you didn’t stop her. You are equally responsible for all this. Your and your daughter’s life will be ruined. It wouldn’t have happened if you had controlled your urges but you didn’t.”“Shame on you, aunty. Shame on you bhabhi…”“Please Sameer, please….” begged Salma.“Don’t show it to your brother. I beg of you. Ayesha did a mistake. I too did a mistake by letting her do it. Please forgive us. She won’t do it. She never did. David wasn't a bad husband, not at all. He was hard-working, intelligent, caring and a great provider but she sometimes felt she needed more. She had a career once, albeit just in the typing pool of an accountant's, but still, she felt part of something then, a cog in a giant wheel. Now it was more like a tiny hamster wheel, turning and turning, day after day, the same view out the side of the cage. She hastily brushed her hair out and stood up from the dressing table. Her bath.