He looked at me like, “Aunty, what are you looking at? This is my house now.”
Aunty
Hello my lovelies,
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. aunty in petticoat.peperonity.com
I think, “Chor? Lizard? Or that naughty Sharma boy from next door who keeps kicking his football into my tulsi pot?” 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. Get up, open the window, and let that
Sharma boy, if you are reading this—bring my ball back before your father hears from me.