She was in her nightgown, with a tiny belly.I was looking for chances to escape from that room and she was looking at me.Di – “How was your week a... the office?”Me – “It was hectic. What about you?” (switching between her and the TV)Di – “It was fine. I could manage.”Me – “Ok.”I continued watching TV and she looked at me again. I could see it from the side of my eyes, without turning at her.Di – “Mannu.”Me – “Yeah Di, Tell me. Do you need anything?”Di – “Tell me one thing. Was it hectic at your. "It's just anexperiment while there aren't so many people around. To see what it mustbe like as a girl alongside a lot of rude dirty male students like you.To see if you respect me like it was explained in those lectures abouthuman rights and gender equality." Well I admire you for your commitment to gender equality," replied one."And I admire your pretty legs," said another. There was generallaughter. I hoped the explanation was sufficient. The day at collegepassed without incident. Although I. "I don't want to raise someone else's baby, Akila. You never know to what kind of people those 'adoptable' babies are born, it could be any poor low lifes." I continued to cry softly as all avenues to motherhood were closed to me. It seemed I would never have a baby, and I felt bereft. Feeling more alone than ever, I curled around my pillow and cried myself to sleep. The door bell rang. When I opened it there stood Ajith, my cousin. Hadn’t seen him in over ten years. He had gone for his studies. She didn't recognise me, she merely reached around and held open the tunnel to her womb like the most wanton whore."Hello sister," I said quietly."Oh no! John!" she exclaimed as she grabbed for her blanket."No, you're beautiful," I lied, she was worn and tired and debauched."She is taking a break Mr Harnsworth," Sebastian insisted, "Shall you rod her or shall you let her about her business." She is my sister," I said as my anger boiled but I suppressed it and said, "Are you well Harriet?" Oh.