Jab bhi main baarsih me nahaati to mujhe jor ki thand lagati aur main bimaar pad jaati to mummy bahut hi gussa hoti. Ab bhi jab baarish hoti hai to ma...n apne aap ko nahi rok pati bhale hi mujhe baad me takleef hi kyon na ho. Aur fir sawaan ki barsaat to main mis kar hi nahi sakati. Hamaara ghar do manjila hai. Upar ek room bana hai aue uske saath hi baathroom bhi hai. Agar koi guest aa jaaye to usme hi tahar jaata hai. Prem bhayya ko bhi wohi room diya hai. Wo room me bina kisi disturbanse ke. I was talking about sex.” Her eyes sparkled as she threw this one out at me.“What?”“You know, sex.” She was practically laughing now. “When a boy and a girl get naked and play with each other’s parts?”“Yeah. I know sex,” I deadpanned. “Where do you think your husband came from, anyway?”“Well, I just worry that you’re not getting any. I mean, don’t you miss it?”“Thanks for your concern, but I’m getting a little old for that stuff.”“Ha! Men never stop caring about that stuff. At least your son. "All yours, I even lifted the seat for you." I walkedinto the living room."Show me what you're going to wear tomorrow, I want to see what wouldlook best on you." Momma said. So I went and brought out the black dresswith the white polka dots on it. and she frowned a bit. I thought shewas disapproving. But then she said, "If that's really what you want towear I'll let you decide if you want to wear pantyhose or stockings."Giggling she said, "Damn if I was a boy I'd totally go for you myself.". I wasn't running from anything, or at least I didn't think I was. I just had a life to lead. I was 20 when it happened and I had ambitions to pursue – ambitions which could best be pursued in London, not this small town on the Norfolk coast. I was a talented illustrator, and although you can work remotely, and could even in those days, to make a day-to-day living from it, I wanted to be in the thick of it, moving in the right circles, getting to know people.And it had worked. I had established.