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  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. 1
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  43. Acknowledgements
  44. About the Book
  45. About the Author

‘Anu, you just had burgers, and now you are buying the bakery stuff?’ Anu looked at Padma aunty dumbfounded. Was unhealthy eating a bigger crime than not having official papers? Sometimes all a girl needs is a tub of ice cream and a packet of chips to perk her up.

‘Sorry, aunty. I will give this away to the maid.’ Anu offered quickly, though she fully intended to consume it entirely by herself.

‘Hand it to me. I will give it to our maid.’ Padma aunty fixed a scary stare on Anu. Before she knew it, Anu’s bag of joy was whisked away by a bony hand. Those were the times she called that woman Padzilla in her head. Luckily, Padma aunty was leaving on a trip to Europe soon. Such peace!

Even if her afternoon was a lost cause, her night was not. She was going to her mother’s house for an overnighter and have a beer with Sameer.

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Tring, triiing.

‘Oh no … Oh, no …’ Anu muttered to herself, scrambling for the phone to see the time. Why didn’t she wear a watch for heaven’s sake! It was ten minutes past five! She was late for her yoga class. It had to be Radha, her cook-cum-nanny, at the door. Why hadn’t she set an alarm before napping?

Extricating herself from Vicky’s tiny arms curled around her, Anu tumbled out of bed. The doorbell had now stopped ringing, which made her sprint to the door. She couldn’t miss Radha! When she opened the door, Radha was standing right there waiting. God bless her!

‘I was afraid you left, Radha,’ Anu panted tying her hair up in a knot. There was not a minute to even wear her new pants—which was a bummer because she had bought two pairs of them recently paying full price. If she now bolted like Usain Bolt, she had a chance to make it to the class. She could not miss the class after all the burgers and finger chips she had scarfed down in the afternoon. For that matter, Anu never missed the class, though even after a year, she was just average at even the basic poses. Some in the class could bend as if they had no bones, but Anu had no qualms sitting in Sukhasana and simply watching them. She was not great at it but she loved it, and she loved her teacher.

Anu’s tryst with Yoga had started quite accidentally. Two years after Vicky was born, when her Lee Cooper jeans still rode up only to her knees, Anu, like any smart phone user worth her salt, had started researching on YouTube—for ways to lose ten kilograms in one day. Well, she was may be just five kilograms overweight, but didn’t hurt to lose more, did it?