It is a crackling February afternoon, bathed in warm, golden light. I’m flanked by the mothers, Gauri Elena on my left and Amma on my right. Alia is on Amma’s left. Amma looks swish in her new sunglasses. She has never been one for glares, preferring the sun directly on her face. She owned a pair once, years ago. It was rarely worn and has long since vanished. Alia brought her a trendy pair this time.

“Sunlight is good for the eyes,” Amma mutters but makes the effort to wear it today.

Amma is about to watch an actual match – one that doesn’t take place over the dining table or involve family scores – for the first time in her life.

I pick up a glass of champagne on my way to my seat. Despite my best efforts to avoid the spotlight, I have ended up in the front row. I sip my drink slowly this time. I haven’t eaten all day, but my stomach is adequately lined with anger. I sink into my seat, disappearing behind vintage sunglasses.

So… did Vedveer and I actually kiss that evening?

It’s the fan’s photo that’s throwing me into an existential crisis.

I mean, did a kiss actually...

Read more