Bayotata File

“Then all is well,” his mother said. “That is Bayotata. Half demon, half goddess. And 100% yours.”

“Who?” Bibek asked.

“She saw it,” Bibek said. “She told me to tell you: ‘Drink at home, not in bars. Bars have bad women. Home has only you.’” bayotata

Bibek emerged from his room. “Is it safe?” “Then all is well,” his mother said

“Aama,” he said. “Bayotata came.” “Then all is well

She is not your mother. She has no obligation to love you. And yet, she will arrive unannounced, call you a fool to your face, compare you unfavorably to her own son who is “just a bank manager, nothing special, but at least he owns a tiffin box ,” and then proceed to clean your entire existence.