"Someone tell Netflix to stop suggesting thrillers. I am already stressed about my plants."
Every Sunday morning, the house belonged to Aunty Priya.
Her phone buzzed constantly. The family group chat, "Chaos & Chai," lit up with her morning dispatches: aunty in bed
The Royal Court of Blankets
From her bed, Aunty Priya ran the universe. She settled disputes between cousins ("Both of you are wrong. I am right. Now hug."), dispensed career advice ("Quit. No job is worth a 6 a.m. alarm."), and occasionally launched a slipper at the door when her husband tried to change the TV channel. "Someone tell Netflix to stop suggesting thrillers
And then she pulled the blanket over her head, muffling her laughter, and declared court adjourned until lunch.
She took a slow sip of chai, looked at me over her glasses, and smiled. The family group chat, "Chaos & Chai," lit
"Saw a pigeon outside my window. It looked judgmental. I have reported it to building security."