Aunty In Bed Verified -

Every Sunday morning, the house belonged to Aunty Priya.

Not because she demanded it, but because she had declared her bed a sovereign nation—and we were all willing subjects.

The Royal Court of Blankets

"Get up? Child, I am not in bed. I am strategically horizontal . There is a difference."

She took a slow sip of chai, looked at me over her glasses, and smiled. aunty in bed

"Saw a pigeon outside my window. It looked judgmental. I have reported it to building security."

"Someone tell Netflix to stop suggesting thrillers. I am already stressed about my plants." Every Sunday morning, the house belonged to Aunty Priya

"Are you ever getting up?" I asked once, as a teenager.