Today, many Indians from Chennai are abuzz about something called the Disproportionate Assets case and its ruling. My reactions to it have been mixed. I’ve struggled with this secret for more than 18 years. I’m still losing sleep over it. I worry that one morning I’ll have to tell my husband and children to pull my skinnies over all my sterling pounds. Here, guys, I’ll lie down. Be sure to first let the flesh wave itself gently toward my neck and face. Then you roll me into these jeans and buckle me up. In minutes, when I stand up, my disproportionality will tumble around my waistband like boiling milk curling over the rim of a copper-bottomed vat. Disproportionate Assets. The curse of being born south of the Deccan plateau. The leftover sandbags of that staple called white rice.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 16:39:28 +0000
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