Indian Aunt -

Now finish this chai. It’s getting cold. And next Sunday, bring that boy over. I’ll make gulab jamun . If he doesn’t like them, he’s useless – throw him out. Theek hai?

Don’t end up like me, humming songs while chopping onions. Make a mess. Break a rule. Come home crying. I will heat you leftover roti and call you an idiot with love. But for God’s sake, live . indian aunt

(She leans in, eyes glittering.)