I swear there are days when I want to be rid of this crying infant. I want my life to go back to what it was before her. I want normal! 

To the world I may be Dr. Anandi Joshi. But it would please me immensely if you could call me Yamuna. It is the name that I was given at birth.

The string of nerves stretched very thin very quickly and she knew she could not function if it kept on. Her phobia needed to be treated.

I could not ask everyone how and why I am expected to take it as normal, that 'men stray'. But I did. I spent a few more years here, silent and dead inside. 

She was not a conventional beauty. Her defiance and fiery temperament was deemed unsuitable for their family. The conditions laid down by her were totally unacceptable.