Tinaz Nooshian MiD DAY's Features Editor cites Ensler to argue that the Indian woman's best friend could be the vibrator

Late night radio is amusing. That's after it stops being creepy. Dentist's secretary or HR executive by day, forlorn lover by night. Callers tear through the chrysalis of middle-class morality, spilling secrets to an FM love sage across the line; anonymity making an audience gathering of a couple of lakhs spluttered across a radio frequency, acceptable.

A hesitant but determined voice; female to everyone's surprise, throws an uncomfortable volley at the sage. She isn't satisfied, she says abruptly. The husband doesn't understand, she shrugs, before the sage can dole out, "unse khulke baat kijiye".

We haven't had sex in two-and-a-half years. Hubby is good-natured, successful but just not bloody interested. I am doing it with a close college pal, admits "Confused Cookie" to a newspaper agony aunt, who gives urban lovers a patient hearing, and customised advice edited to a crisp 75 words, six days a week. Do you love him? "Well, ya." Can you live without sex? "No." Does college pal seem better partner bet? "Maybe".

Ecstasy, decoded: A woman's sexuality is often best-appeased by herself
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