I’M Not Writing of All Those Innocent Young Girls I’Vewritten of Till Now; Girls Who Ultimately Mated Themselves With the Rightmen. Nor Am I Writing a Story of Acallous, Insensitive Husband and a Sensitive, Suffering Wife. I’M Writing of Us. of Mohan and Me. and I Know This – You Can Never Be Theheroine of Your Own Story. Self-Revelation Is a Cruel Process. the Real Picture, the Real ‘You’Never Emerges. Looking For It Is Asbewildering As Trying to Know How You Really Look. Ten Different Mirrors Show You Ten Differentfaces.1 (Tls-1)