The kid I once called Appu, the girl I called Appu Chechi and later the woman I now call Indu Chechi. The one who keeps food under the bed to shove it down my mouth at midnight when I am hungry. Yes, not feed, SHOVE. The one who slaps my hand when I rub my eyes. The one who makes all my embarrassing stories more than just public. The one who tries to wake me up at 4am, then 5am, and finally five minutes before my exam. And finally, the one who talks to me in baby voices when I can’t breathe. The one and only. My Indu chechi, who gave me my first Barbie. My fellow drift less driftwood. I love you.


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