Other days I am attention-seeking, clingy and needy.
What followed next is a bit of an opposition from both families.
She kept faking her happiness and contentment.
One day, an uncle visited.
A lover he was. A lover she was. But what was love?
And there I was sent out of our country for sometime.
By evening I had decided that I won’t relocate to be unemployed again.
Praansh, what a precious bundle of joy you are.
In that moment, you're forced to question yourself.