Musings of an ordinary Woman

  Rekha Aunty Lives On… When I first met Priyanka at NDTV, India’s pioneering news channel, she was the talk of the town. The new weather girl—petite, strikingly good-looking, and a complete sensation. But looks weren’t all we had in common; we were both food enthusiasts, loved to seize every moment for fun, and, most importantly, we were both Biharis! Priyanka Now, I’m a true blue Bihari, born, raised, and educated in Patna. After graduating from Delhi University, I found myself working at NDTV, surrounded by the South Delhi elite—the Nepo Kids, as dubbed. Priyanka, or Pinku, as I affectionately called her, was one of them. Her connection to Bihar was as flimsy as a political promise—only her parents hailed from the state. For Pinku, anything beyond the South Delhi bubble was essentially a village. As a Bihari, politics is in my blood. We can argue passionately about political parties, whether local or global, for hours on end. Pinku, fresh out of college, her knowledge of parties...