Having infinite assignment deadlines today, I obviously used my time thinking about something completely unrelated to my work. I have always imagined how it would be if our Grandparents , start acting like us.
Imagine how instead of playing candy crush and knitting a sweater for you for Christmas and sending us whatsapp forwards like ‘Good Morning sunshine, if you share this message to 10 people, something good is about to happen’,
they start going for parties dressing all beautiful and sexy. Sorry for the drawing xp. It came out all muscle-y. Anyway, as i was saying, imagine your grandmum texting you ‘brb, i am at a party’ <notice ‘brb’> and not saying ‘be right back, making cookies’ or ‘heyy, good morning sunshine’.
But somehow I can totally imagine myself being this ‘super paati’ , being this super strong, always enters with a dramatic entrance, like, ‘booooooooom, look who’s here!!!!’ kind of entrance, who has money all the time and who would protect all kids from bullies in the night and who lives a normal life in the morning.
Okay enough of my rants, i am going to yeet now.
PS: ‘paati’ in tamil means grandmum.