"My grandfather doesn't talk much anymore. He used to talk a lot and to almost everyone who would listen, I was still very young then, but I remember he told me a story about a tiger once. I don't remember the story anymore. I listened to my mother, with my hands in the pockets of my PJs - yes my PJs have pockets, I am aware of how blessed I am - while she told me how Dadu bought me a saree when I was 11. It was pink and hideous but it was mine. She asked me if I remembered that saree. I did. I also remember the last time I saw Dadu. He came to me and asked me if I could get him something to eat.

'Do you want biscuits?'

'No. Can't eat them.'

'Why?'

'No teeth' he had smiled at me and I had smiled back. 'How about some milk and corn flakes?' he suggested next. I got up to rummage through the kitchen for some milk and corn flakes. My grandmother came in and helped me while I heated the milk. Dadu has gone through life without once getting himself his own food. He needs somebody to get it for him while he sits and waits for it.

My mother had asked me two days ago if I could clean the bathroom. I told her we'll call a guy after the pandemic was over. When I casually mentioned this to U he went through the roof. 'YOU HAVE NEVER CLEANED THE BATHROOM?' We've always called a guy for cleaning the bathroom, even at the place where I live. He then started telling me I should stop behaving like a spoiled brat and pick up a brush already. I waved him off with an excuse then but now I think I really should clean that bathroom I've been using. I don't want to go through life without being able to do the most basic things needed for survival. After all, aren't I a strong independent woman?"

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