Thread by @gauravsabnis

Gather around for the most terrifying late night horror story I've heard from US desi grad life. These 3 dudes were halfway through their Masters at a large US sharing a rented townhouse. One fellow's mom came for a visit. Much excitement in the house. First parent visit.

My buddy was a bit amused at how aunty ji took her mom role seriously, as did the other two guys. Like "you boys now just relax. I will take care of everything." type. Like Mrs. Kim in Kim's Convenience. My buddy didn't come from a mothering heavy mother.

So aunty ji going around cleaning the house (which my fastidious buddy kept pretty clean anyway) picking up things saying filmy things like "what is it with men and their socks" and everyone also playing along "lol auntyji, tussi great ho" etc like from a Dibakar movie.

Note here. My buddy. Fastidious. This is an important fact in this horror story.

One morning he awakes at 5 AM to see aunty ji at work in the kitchen, seemingly preparing an elaborate Delhi breakfast. He is thrilled. Being interested in cooking himself, starts chatting with her about everything. She is thrilled to talk food with him. At one point she gushes,

"You are such a well brought up boy, doing cleaning and cooking and all. These other 2 boys are pigs. How do you live with them? I woke up at 2 AM because of jetlag and was checking out the fridge. One of these pigs had stashed dirty bones and trash in the freezer! Freezer!"

My buddy's heart sinks to the floor as she continues, "3 steps it takes to put it in the trash. But no. Our raja beta lazily putting it in the freezer. I went outside and threw it in the dumpster."

Horrific, right? No?

My buddy had been stashing it for making stock. 😭😭😭

Aunty ji, very well meaning and sweet and otherwise most perfect and nice during her stay, had just thrown out some 3 months worth of painstakingly collected stuff to make stock. 😂😂😂😂😂