A letter to the nosy aunty who gossips about me coming home late at night

My personal life is none of your beeswax. Photo Courtesy: YouTube/ DailyDose

Dear next-door nosy aunty,

I would like to begin by saying that you are absolutely wasting your talent by caging yourself within the four walls of your home. You, in fact, could have been more useful doing great service to our great nation by enrolling in CBI or even RAW. Trust me, you would have made a superb detective or a spy agent. I know this for a fact because I know you keep a log of all my whereabouts, while trying to be as discreet as possible.

You are even better than, pardon me for saying this, but Sharma uncle's watchdog. There are days when I have tried to replicate professional ninjas while trying to open that ten-ton iron gate--all in the hope to escape your prying eyes. But to no avail. Even the slightest of noise can't escape your supersonic ears. A small thud and I see your head popping out in your balcony.

Now, I honestly don't mind all the concern, but I wish you could just stop gossiping about me all the time. Majorly because half of it is as untrue as the news of Pakistan giving up the claim on Kashmir.

Yes, there are times when I come home late, but that doesn't make me 'that kind of a girl.' What you don't know is that I am a journalist and often end up working late. And when I do come home, I am dog-tired, not at all in the mood to face a full-blown interview just right outside the steps of the house.

The other day, I heard you telling your next door neighbour that I roam around the city with boys at night. FYI, it's just not true. I am well aware that I live in a city like Delhi, which unfortunately is not one of the safest cities in the world. So, please give some credit to my sense of judgment that I will not roam around the city befriending strange men. It might come as a surprise to you, but I take my safety rather seriously.

Do you know when I first moved into the locality, my mom was really worried that I would be living alone, with no one to keep a track of me? "God forbid, if something happened to you, no one will get to know," she had tearfully said to me. And I had said to her, "Don't worry Ma, my next-door aunty runs an intelligence service, she will probably gather more information about me in a week that you could in 25 years."

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But, jokes aside. It really peeves me that you just can't mind your own business. If you love gossiping so much, do it about what Akshara wore in the latest episode of Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai, or what Katrina Kaif is up to next. But, please spare my personal life. It's none of your beeswax.

Yours sincerely,

Your next door 'not that kind of a girl'.