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And what do I find?

How is everybody’s monsoon mood today? Don’t tell me you are feeling lazy. Get up, open the window, and let that petticoat hem dry in the nice breeze.

Sharma boy, if you are reading this—bring my ball back before your father hears from me. aunty in petticoat.peperonity.com

Hai Ram! The mathri was for Diwali next week! Now half of them are broken and have cat paw prints. I cannot give those to guests, no? What will they think? “Aunty is feeding us cat food?”

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. And what do I find

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.

He looked at me like, “Aunty, what are you looking at? This is my house now.” Get up, open the window, and let that

I am standing in the kitchen, minding my own business, wearing my favorite Kashmiri pink petticoat (the one with the thick elastic, you know the one), waiting for the pressure cooker to whistle. I am stirring the sugar into my cutting chai when I hear a from the store room.