The Great Indian Summer Holiday. A droopy haze, a languid blur of board games, dripping mangoes, trips to Nani’s homes, sleep-in mornings, “rasna” afternoons and evenings on water sprinkled chhats - a timeless whiling away of lazy hours.... interrupted rudely by that ominous ring tone - announcing the dreaded arrival of relatives!
The Indian relative is a fascinating creature - quick to leave its own habitat, migrates with alacrity and comes in all shapes and sizes, quirks, characters and ages.
Here is an ode to the motley bunch of chachas, chachis, mamas, masis, buas, phoophas - not to forget the “door ke” tharki taus.