Anyway, she asks me what I do. I tell her I work for a magazine and in TWO minutes she has asked me where I am from , who all are part of my family, who I live with in Delhi, whether I speak punjabi etc.
Her handbag is swollen.For some reason, my mistrusting soul starts getting really scared. On top of that she slightly opens swollen handbag and pulls out a white piece of paper. She asks me for my phone number so that we can bathcheet karo later. I tell her that
I don't have a phone. She asks me why. I come up with some weird explanation. Then she says " Why don't you give me your address?"
My mistrusting heart flips but I manage the courage to say that I live near X block market with a huge conversation sealing smile.
She pinches my cheeks and the rest of the journey continued peacefully with me wondering when Aunty will get off.
When she finally did, I felt really silly. I just lost the opportunity to get lots of invitations to rajma chawal dinners. What was I thinking she could be? A serial killer!
Anyway colleague, Sufi slut at work said that aunty probably wanted me to befriend her daughter. On top of that Ms.Sufi said I look hot except my kajalless , ill looking , sleepy face. So far. So good.