Note: The following post contains material of an implicit nature. Those with a sensitive disposition have been advised not to proceed any further. The pre-monsoon Lucknow weather is very hot and steamy. The entire family is gathered around the television set watching it's favourite family serial - one which glorifies child marriage in rural Rajasthan. I am bored. No sign of the husband anywhere. I go and look for him. I've found him. He's lying in darkness in a back bedroom, enjoying the full blast of cold air from a desert cooler! A quick check ascertains it's really my husband. You can't be too sure, he has a brother living in the house who looks just like him. From the back. Luckily, the brother does not wear lungis - a popular male attire in India. In my house, only my husband does that. So I lie down beside him in the dark. I whisper something in his ear. "Where have you been? I was missing you!" Seems he was missing me too.