At 32, and a single mother, suddenly there was no pressure on me. I was a divorcee and already a fallen woman in society’s eyes. Living in India’s capital, Delhi, I fell into a series of sexual relationships without a future. I experimented, I slept with older men, married men. As I became more open, the kind of conversations I was having began to change. My married friends would come to me for advice. Inspired by my independence, my mother, who had always had a rebellious streak, moved in with me and my son in Delhi.
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