Sex is a complicated business. In India, it is worse because for many people, it is furtive sex. Not sex while you look dreamily into your lover's eyes, languorously run your fingers through her hair before embarking on an exciting mutual exploration and more mischief. It's terrified and humiliating sex, while constantly looking over your shoulder to check if a cousin, lying right next to you, is awake, and watching you greedily. Or, alert, if an in-law, barely one foot away, wakes up in the night to get some water, or to pee. That's how it must be for much of rural and urban India, where entire families live and die in a single room. And have furtive sex in the midst of a room teeming with others.