Chapter - 9

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- 9 - Mumma would say, “You cannot always control what goes on outside. But you can always control what goes on inside.” The realization that I was pathologically dependent on my mother started to hit me with each passing day. I was lucky to have Mumma as a strong role model in my life, but her strength also made me weak because I never learned to wean off and make my own decisions. My marriage, my divorce, my career…Mumma remained a strong influence. I focused on my work all day Saturday. On Sunday morning, I went for a yoga class to de-stress. After getting dressed, I headed to the brunch organized by my friend Maya at the club in South Delhi, to blend in with New Delhi’s socialites. Across the street from the club, there were families sleeping on the pavement in the seething heat. Th

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