If you think Western fashion critics are tough, you’ve never stood in front of a desi aunty while wearing a slightly short kurta. She will squint. She will tug at your hem. She will say, “Beta, dupatta kooch kar lo ” (adjust your dupatta) with the gravity of a national emergency.
Her default solution to any ailment—be it a broken heart, a failing grade, or the common cold—is a hot plate of food or a perfectly steeped cup of masala chai. my desi aunty best