... that, what with Rahul being a year old now, I'm no longer the mother of a baby, but the mother of a child. Which is infinitely more alarming.
... that what with having to let my bangs grow so as to look older for Proof (the play I'm doing) and them now falling on either side of my forehead instead of covering it as they used to, and what with me wearing a salwar-kameez and having my hair tied up in a tight plait at the back, and what with wearing a bindi, I really look like a small town girl. Which I sometimes think I am at heart. Or at least, a part of me is.