Saloni groaned and clapped her palms over her ears. “Are you kidding me with this? For weeks, I’ve been chewing my own brains trying to not only convince my father-in-law to give a council seat to Khushiben, but also to convince him that it’s his idea. Then I chewed the sad leftovers of my brains to figure out how to do you-know-what to you-know-who. And now you wanna boycott Sita mid-Diwali? I swear, Geeta, you have more causes than I have pubic hairs.”
