So when I ask you, “When will you get married?” – it is not because I want to trap you. It is because I know the world is hard, and a good partner is a shield. When I say, “Eat more, you are looking like a stick” – it is not about beauty. It is because I have seen girls faint in the office lift from not eating. And when I gossip about the Sharma girl who “ran away with her trainer” – I am not judging her. I am jealous . She had the guts I never did.
I know you look at me and see only the ghar ki izzat – the house’s honor. The one who clicks her tongue at your ripped jeans. But do you know what I see when I look at you? I see a child who forgot that I was once you. indian aunt
(She picks up her chai again, voice dropping low.) So when I ask you, “When will you get married