All those aunties

Contrast the fond memories of the author’s childhood, his mother always dressed in the sari appropriate for the time of day with the hand-wringing bewilderment to follow. The tone shifts from nostalgia to chaos and the body is no longer stable, no longer single, no longer that of the mother but: “all those aunties run around all day with their nighties a-flapping.”

All hail the nightie by Sandip Roy Jul 4, 2012