Everyone believed I lived a dream life, diamonds, and designer collections but it was miles from meaningful.

Anurag was a legend. He was 37 and me just 21. I was bought over by the sparkle of the eternity ring. Everyone except me could grasp a mismatch. I was imprisoned in beautiful walls and led like a bitch on a leash. Anurag was bi-polar. As I delivered, Anurag, distanced himself from me and I from Ansh.

Today as Raju drove us to the hospital, for the first time in 2 years and 4 days, I tolerated Ansh on my lap. As he hugged tight, I saw those flattering lashes and full lips, covered in blood. Much Anurag, yet moulded Ansh. Was he our initial love or inner lust, I’ll never know. Except this brave blood-soaked 2+ part of me silently bears the brunt of birth and broken beings.