Muran 9 - வானத்தைப் போல
வானத்தைப் போல Cuddalore Aunty. That's how I address her. She was my sister-in-law's mother-in-law. I have this habit of calling strangers aunty. Romba therinjavangala thana athai nu koopduvom? She was a stranger to me, so aunty it was. Mother-in-law relationships are complicated enough on their own. Sis-in-law's mother-in-law? In an Indian household, don't even get me started. There was a silly pleasure in watching my mother-in-law and husband tend to them whenever they were around. After all, they were the ponnu veedu now, and I was expected to be on my double-best behaviour. Whenever Cuddalore aunty visited us, or we happened to be at a common gathering, she would ask me questions. Personal questions. The kind you don't casually ask someone you barely know. And the funny thing was, her questions always deserved long answers. But before I could answer the first one, she would throw anoth...