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“Ramesh!” his mother’s voice crackled. “Your Bayotata is coming to town.”

“Yes,” Ramesh said. Then he paused. “Wait. Did she see the whiskey?” bayotata

“Ramesh, bhai ,” she said sweetly. “You’ve lost weight. Are you eating? Or just drinking chiura and stale curry like a bachelor?” “Ramesh

She looked at his lone, sad tomato in the fridge. “You live like a yogi . A yogi without peace.” “Wait

Bayotata stood there. She was a small, unassuming woman in a green sari, carrying a plastic bag of oranges. She looked harmless. Ramesh knew better.

It had begun. For the next three hours, Bayotata performed what can only be described as a surgical strike on Ramesh’s existence. She didn’t yell. She didn’t scold. She simply observed .