My Life of Onlyness


My Life of Onlyness

Illustration: Sushant Ahire/Arre


ntil I was seventeen, the words “only child” only signified privilege to me.

I was your stereotypical, pampered brat who never had to share his toys, his Diwali envelopes, or his parents’ attention with anyone. Also, to compensate for not being able to “give me a younger brother”, my parents let me keep not one, not two, but three pets. My dogs Kuku and Zippy along with my cat Needy still remain the closest entities I’ll ever have to real siblings. Like most single children, I also made more than my fair share of “friends who are like family”, cousins who I consider siblings, and an entire comic-book universe of imaginary friends.