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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.

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.

I wipe my hands on my anchal. I pick up my chappal (just in case). I tiptoe. aunty in petticoat.peperonity.com

Stay safe. Keep your petticoat strings tight.

He looked at me like, “Aunty, what are you looking at? This is my house now.” My steel dabba – the big one, the

I think, “Chor? Lizard? Or that naughty Sharma boy from next door who keeps kicking his football into my tulsi pot?”

So, let me tell you what happened this morning. So now I am sitting here with my

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.

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.

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