Your torso is trembling and your face reddens with the blood gushing to it. The dull weight on your shoulders and wrists grows like liquid lead is pooling within them. Your knees are taut with your feet pressed against the wall you are staring at as you try to make an inverted L shape with your body.
Suddenly you realise your upside-down form is wobbling under its own heft. You can feel the pit of your abdomen tightening in revolt and feet failing to grip the wall. The truth, and your own aching body serves as a reminder – you are not Zareen.


