I don’t know why it matters that Druv and Krish are already that. Druv, who’s also a son, son-in-law, surgeon, husband, and someday a father. Krish, who’s also a writer, a son, a man in love with me. Why does it matter that their being themselves is not in competition with all the other things they want to be? But it does matter. I want me to be me first too. I want to not have to say “But being a mother comes first,” the way I’ve heard all the aunties say over the years. Over and over again. I might still put others first sometimes, but I want to have a choice, a real choice. Not one that
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