Giving birth to triplets at the age of forty-three is no walk in the park, but I had little choice. I got married at the young age of forty, and both my husband, Shirish, and I were keen to start a family soon.
My parents were very, very close; they pretty much grew up together. They were born in 1912. They were each other's only boyfriend and girlfriend. They were - to use a contemporary term I hate - co-dependent, and they had me very late. So they had their way of doing things, and they reinforced each other.
I was 47 when I got pregnant. I'd been trying for a couple of years and thought it would never happen.
My father was 64 when I was conceived, my mother 38, which was late for babies in the 1940s.
We're not meant to be parents when we're 50.
Because I had children relatively late - in my 40s rather than in my 20s - it wasn't anything I ever knew that I would do. It kind of happened to me: I met the right woman and we had children. It was a revelation because it suddenly makes me realize, 'Oh, I get it. Now I know what to do with the rest of my life.'
I think I'm going to pull a Charlie Chaplin and have kids when I'm 60.
I very much wanted a family and children. I came to it late in life.
