Bhabhi: Big Bobs

Then, silence.

“Please, Mummyji.”

Rajji looked up from her newspaper. “Chai?” bhabhi big bobs

“Beta,” Rajji said, without turning around, “the milk is boiling. Your coffee will have to wait. The sun waits for no one, especially not for a caffeine addict.” Then, silence

“Varun! If you don’t get up, I’m sending your photo to the class WhatsApp group!” Meera yelled from the kitchen, expertly flipping a dosa with one hand while using the other to pack Anjali’s lunch—leftover parathas with a note that said, “You are sharper than your geometry box.” Your coffee will have to wait

But this morning, Meera was late. She’d been up late hemming her daughter’s school skirt. When she padded into the kitchen at 6:05 AM, Rajji was already there, stirring a saucepan with imperial dignity.