A Nani Story

This is a story about Mrs. Kamla Gauri Shankar Gupta. For the ones who don't know about the Guptas, behold! Because you're just about to read a story of the most royal Gupta lady ever.

So Mrs. Gupta is very particular with her nail paint. Yes, even at the age of sixty-seven she keeps her nails trimmed and all in red. And I'm not talking about just any red. I'm talking about the deepest, darkest and the most intense Lakme color crush 9861 RED. (the shade has a different name, she'd remember that I don't).

Mrs. Gupta believes that a woman boasting about her kids isn't classy but if you ask her how life is today, she'd cleverly trick you into a 2.5-hour long story about how her kids are so well settled today. So, a serious advice never ask her how life is today, instead ask her if she likes diamonds (yes, all that 'diamond is a woman' s best friend' stuff, is true here), she'll tell you about her watch, earrings and the locket her husband gave her on their fiftieth anniversary. It would just be an hour-long story. (Easier than 2.5)

Mrs. Gupta used to be a very strict mother, so her daughter grew up to marry a man of her choice but today, Mr

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s. Gupta texts me on WhatsApp 'how is your boyfriend' and when I reply, 'Nani! I don't have one!' she'd send that 'meh' emoji because she believes I'm wasting my youth that way.

So Mrs. Gupta has a very loving husband. No, I don't think they make husbands like that anymore. I'm talking about the eating with a knife and fork, remembering your medicine timing, and always trying to make you laugh kind of husband. Yet, Nani gets frustrated sometimes, 'I don't want to live with you anymore!', she yells (typical) but at the end of the day, she still creeps up beside him and tells him that so many men fought over her at school, but she chose him because he's a good man. (Understatement of the year!)

Mrs. Gupta loves her grandchildren. So she distributes the gulab jamuns equally. Although, when she's about to keep the rest back in the fridge, she looks back at me and we both smile for she knows I'm going to go there later. When it's time to sleep, she fights for me to sleep with her because mom dozes off at her stories, I don't.

So Mrs. Gupta is the coolest woman I know. Hence, my question remains, how on earth is my mom, her daughter?