“I don’t always remember that I’m nearing thirty. On an average day the thought that I have a ticking time-bomb inside me, never occurs to me. After a day’s hard work when I head out to meet my friends, the thought ‘Oh my god, I should be hunting for a husband right now so that I can have children before it’s too late!’ never occurs to me either. My age only becomes sinister to me when people gleefully remind me that the proverbial clock is ticking away and my chances of finding happiness (whatever that means) come with an expiry date. I don’t like to think my body or even my sexuality has an expiry date.”
– Jyotika Oberoi, demands to not be looked at as a birthing-vessel.