The waiting room where I have been waiting for 15 minutes is completely filled with zero noise. That’s because I am the only person in the waiting room. I am highly strung. The tick tock of the clock hanging on the wall is making me get irritated. I am such a chatterbox and this ‘no-person in the room to talk with’ scenario is getting me high. Ah! I’m bored. Let me introduce myself.

I’m Jane, from India. I graduated two years ago and now I work in a private company. I am a single child which means my parents are lucky so that they have to take care of just one brat in the house. I’m the annoyer of my home. My parents consider me as both the ‘boon and the bane’. My childhood days were colourful. I wandered around like a butterfly with beautiful and free wings. Unlike other kids at school, I was interested in writing or reading or scribbling rather than playing. I scribble a lot though they were all meaningless. But that doesn’t mean I am zero at sports. I ranked first in several competitions like lemon in the spoon, biscuit eating, frog race and so on which were conducted in my school during the sports day (Is that enough to prove that I do play sport?).


Being in a typical south Indian family, every single deed by the child will be appreciated by all the people/ relatives. And as the child grows into a young girl/boy, the term ‘comparison’ is introduced into his/her...