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?”
Aunty
So, let me tell you what happened this morning. aunty in petticoat.peperonity.com
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.
I think, “Chor? Lizard? Or that naughty Sharma boy from next door who keeps kicking his football into my tulsi pot?” Hai Ram
He looked at me like, “Aunty, what are you looking at? This is my house now.”
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. I cannot give those to guests, no
And what do I find?
I wipe my hands on my anchal. I pick up my chappal (just in case). I tiptoe.
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.
Stay safe. Keep your petticoat strings tight.