At Home in My Panties


At Home in My Panties

Illustration: Akshita Monga/ Arré


here was this one time my neighbour “caught me” without pants. I had just moved out of my family home, and my top-floor apartment had a huge terrace which, unfortunately, housed the building’s water tank and everybody’s dish antennae. My neighbour, a perfectly nice woman who rarely interfered with me, had come up to ask if she could get a cable guy to the terrace to fix her dish.

I, having just woken up, sleepily threw open the door wearing a long T-shirt and a scowl. Her sunny face froze slightly, before she leaned forward and hissed, “Go put something on.”