I had always thought that this was my secret. This shame of not being able to wear what I want. This shame of seeing a tinge of laughter in the eyes of a few so called friends when they greeted me, their eyes invariably landing at my midsection. Letting go after your child's birth is one of the biggest problems Indian Women face. Especially the lazy ones. We come up with many excuses as to why we shouldn't exercise post pregnancy - the biggest lies we live are:
1) We don't have time.
2) It affects breastfeeding
3) I am too tired. It must be hormonal.
Sudesna's book has triggered many memories within me - enough to write a few posts and to take up fitness as one of the major schedules in my day. In fact, planning to blog it also. Don't know if I will have the guts to do it, but it's a thought that has been building in mind after reading this book. Review coming up.
JUST ME, THE SINK & THE POT
by
Sudesna Ghosh
Blurb
Meet Pamela, an overweight girl who's looking back at her school days. From longing for a Valentine to dealing with a sibling who hates her, Pamela has a lot to deal with. She even has a special bunch of friends at home who she can turn to - but they aren't the kind of friends you'd expect. Life sucks when you're fat. Can Pamela ever be happy?
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One day a classmate asked me, “Where is your lunch?” I told her that I had already had it and went back to my fake laughter and smiles. The others chatted and laughed while they ate from their tiffin boxes. Some brought samosas or ice cream from outside the gate. My hunger pangs got worse as I saw all the food and smelt the delicious odours around me.
The ice cream cart was run by a sweet old man who knew me since I’d started school. He would ask me some days, “Child, you don’t want your favourite orange stick?” I would say no thank you and smile before running away from him and his cart. One day he seemed to be desperate to make me have an ice cream. “Child! Come here and have an ice cream. You don’t have to pay me,” he called out. I smiled, turned around and went to hide in an empty classroom. Two minutes later, I shrieked; the old man had found me. He was carrying a dripping ice cream for me. I started laughing. Then I started running away from him. The old man started running after me!
My classmates were shocked. The sports teacher was happy to see me run for the first time – I had never run before because fat moves when you run. Everybody would laugh. The lunch break ended with me accepting the mostly melted orange stick from the kind ice cream man. We were too tired to talk about the whole event. But it did make me a bit popular that year, with the school Yearbook including the story and a picture of me running away from a 6 feet tall man holding an ice cream.
About the author
Sudesna (Sue) Ghosh is a writer based in Kolkata. She was born in the United States and moved to India when she was 9. After completing high school there, she went back to the US for her higher education at the University of Rochester. She has also penned What Would I Tell Her @ 13 and News Now, along with several short stories. When Sudesna isn’t writing, she tries to do her bit for animal welfare.
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