One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

It’s called labour, mom. I didn’t cause it, it is how kids happen.
‘I heard you wanted to abort me,’ I said.
She looked up.
‘Who told you?’
‘It’s not important how I found out. I heard the doctor goofed up on the sex determination test.
He said it would be a boy.’
My mother looked at me in silence.
‘Those were different times,’ she whispered. ‘We had Aditi. Your dadi wanted a boy.’
‘You did too.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Sorry, mom, I came out. You got a raw deal.’
‘Don’t be stupid. I love you.’
She hugged me and after a moment I hugged her back.
‘Then let me be,’ I said, ‘please. Groom or no groom, doesn’t matter. I want you to support
me.’
A tear escaped my eye. I buried my face in mom’s chest.
‘Don’t worry. We will go through some more profiles tomorrow. Your rajkumar will be there
somewhere,’ said mom.