To my big bum,
Apologies. For years I hated you. You reminded me of nimmi masi, baby masi, jojo aunty. Nimkis and nankhatais for tea.
Florid salwaar kameezs. Shopping for lizzy bizzy material at elko market in the hot summer.
You also reminded me of uncles. Called Bobby and Jolly. And cousins called Sonu and Monu.
I was always worried. You would give away my genes. My love for yellow daal. Palak mutton. Methi alu. And parathas with amul butter.
I know I probably hurt you by deliberately wearing stuff that concealed you.
And loudly proclaiming that my dream was to be like those boys whose jeans hung off their backsides.
But now, that’ll never happen again.
Yes, THE dress opened my eyes.
So please forgive me.
Yours thrilled to bits with you,
picture @ deviantart