He called me because my love for his mother, Jaspreet aunty, was formulated when we were both puppies (not in the Punjabi sense but in the youthful sense) growing up in Chennai. No wonder legions of Chennai kids and all of Teju’s friends viewed Jaspreet aunty as next only to Pope and Queen. Equal parts guilt and irritation all enveloped by a nameless love that they can barely acknowledge let alone vocalise. (This column addresses the issue of parenting our parents, an integral part of This Indian Life and our culture. This Indian Life appears every fortnightFrom HT Brunch, May 27, 2018Follow us on twitter.com/HTBrunchConnect with us on facebook.com/hindustantimesbrunch

Source: Hindustan Times May 26, 2018 14:26 UTC