He looked at me like, “Aunty, what are you looking at? This is my house now.”
So now I am sitting here with my third cup of chai, eating the broken mathri myself (don’t judge, waste not want not), and typing this post.
Hello my lovelies,
And what do I find?
I think, “Chor? Lizard? Or that naughty Sharma boy from next door who keeps kicking his football into my tulsi pot?” aunty in petticoat.peperonity.com
Stay safe. Keep your petticoat strings tight.
I wipe my hands on my anchal. I pick up my chappal (just in case). I tiptoe. He looked at me like, “Aunty, what are you looking at
My steel dabba – the big one, the one I keep the homemade mathri in – has fallen from the top shelf. Opened. And sitting right next to it, with ghee on his whiskers, is the fattest, most shameless ginger cat I have ever seen in my life.
Sharma boy, if you are reading this—bring my ball back before your father hears from me. I think, “Chor
Aunty
Even if you are wearing a petticoat and your hair is loose, always keep the daal lid heavy on the top shelf. And never trust a cat who smiles.