Cycle of Cliches
“What are you saying, Maina? You can’t do this to us. Your father will die. And what will I do at this age without Nixanta?”
“Papa knows it. He is okay with it. As for you Mummy, aren’t you anyways dead, with your jati, maati, bheti, your khilonjianess getting endangered every passing second? Aren’t you anyways at the brink of extinction? And by the way, my son’s name is not Neexaantaw, okay? It’s Nishant. So say it right.”
“Jaanvi…now this is getting too far, han?” I pitch in. There’s no point raising a controversy at the dinner table.