My Ajji (Granny in Marathi) and I had had a scrumptious meal that afternoon – Rice, Dal, stir-fried vegetables in groundnut oil and some salad to go on the side. Our stomachs were full and our hearts, content. After cleaning up the kitchen, she said a few words to me which were like honey to my ears, “Sweetheart, I’m going to take a short nap. Be a good girl now, won’t you?”. “Of course, Ajji. Sleep tight! I said hoping she falls into a deep slumber so as to not hear me going about my monkey business
