This is one of the strangest experiences of my life that taught me a man is always a man. He only needs a woman.

My marriage was about five years old and I had a two-and-a-half-year-old son. Once during the Sawan month I came to stay at my parents’ house. In my parental home lived my father, my ailing mother, my elder brother and his wife. My father was a strong, well-built man around 63 years old. We all called him Babuji.