Impressions of New Delhi

So one Gurugram based aunty first slut shamed a young girl for wearing a short dress and then clutched on to a couple of yellow smiley cushions as she was chased through a department store by the same bunch of girls whom she tried to police with her narrow-minded vision. While watching the eye-witness video I couldn't take my eyes off those yellow cushions and was distracted enough to miss bits of the conversation - but I did catch the general drift. Auntyji told a girl off for wearing short clothes and equated it with an open invitation to get raped. She then compounded her colossal stupidity by inviting bystander men to rape her. The girl and her friends then chased aunty through a shop (that sells smiley cushions) asking for an apology. Clutching her cushions the aunty ran down one aisle, then another, as the young girls chased after her demanding that apology. Then before you knew it a bystander mother had added her voice to the scene. And that my dear friends is when th

I am sitting on his shoulders as he strides towards some unknown destination. Happy to just go wherever he is taking me. At some point he wants me to start walking with him. I protest and he holds my hand and coaxes me into walking. I am holding a paper bag full of goodies we enter a hospital room and my mom is there with my newborn brother. We are at a picnic and he is looking mad because an uncle does not want us kids to eat pakoras while sitting in his new Fiat car. It's a cold winter night and the whole family is cuddled up in razais. We are chatting, arguing, laughing, fighting. His voice is always the loudest and his laughter is the most infectious. Bedtime stories are his experiences of the partition and the Korean war where he was part of the Red Cross Medical Corps. We are in the front garden of our Chanakya Puri house, its a holiday and he decides to race my brother and me. We laugh more and run slow. Aunty B regales us with her stories of going on shikars and sh