This Indian life: He said, she said

She said: Yes, I know I cry at Haji Ali. And Siddhi Vinayak and Shirdi too. But I am a strong and sexy woman. You know that, don’t you? I run six miles and take apart spreadsheets. I do my taxes and spot decimal differences. I walk home after midnight and climb Matheran peaks. I am strong and self-sufficient and can manage on my own, thank you. Please don’t take me for granted. I don’t want you to. Just because I apologise when we fight. Don’t think it is because I’m weak. I take advice and compromise and say sorry and smooth things over. But please don’t take me for granted or walk all over me. And don’t you dare call me clingy and bring in my family too. Because I will walk out. You know I will. So what are you going to do, my best beloved?