Grandma Must Die


Grandma Must Die

Illustration: Saachi Mehta/ Arré


m in my hometown of Mangalore and in a terrible mood. I’ve been called upon to fulfil my familial duties and attend – against my wishes and better judgment – my mum’s grandaunt’s birthday. She’s 102 today. This is a big shindig, with her seven surviving kids and their extended families flying in from all corners of the globe: People from the west, east, Down Under…

Ever since she turned 100 a few Augusts ago, her children forsake work and school and spend a tidy pile on long-distance flights for the sake of spending a precious few weeks with a stubborn old woman who flirts with the grim reaper on a regular basis.