Little Secrets

There used to be a time when I was embarassed to buy sanitary napkins from shops. I always made Amma (and sometimes, even Appa) buy it. And I would never stand anywhere near the billing counter while they were getting billed.

Now I find myself watching the man at the billing counter , closely, just to see if he gets uncomfortable billing the little packet of Whisper Ultra.

In medical shops, they wrap the packet in a newspaper AND put it in a little black polythene bag before giving it you. Like, 'Its our little secret, I won't tell, and no one will ever know.'