Bed — Aunty In

"Are you ever getting up?" I asked once, as a teenager.

The Royal Court of Blankets

"Who finished the pickle? I will not name names. But Rohan. It was Rohan." aunty in bed

"Saw a pigeon outside my window. It looked judgmental. I have reported it to building security." "Are you ever getting up

And then she pulled the blanket over her head, muffling her laughter, and declared court adjourned until lunch. muffling her laughter

Her phone buzzed constantly. The family group chat, "Chaos & Chai," lit up with her morning dispatches:

"Someone tell Netflix to stop suggesting thrillers. I am already stressed about my plants."