I love to cook. Hence, I frequently receive aprons as gifts from people who know this. I'm not a fussy cook, or a fussy dresser at home for that matter. So, they all lie at the bottom of a bottom drawer, along with other gifts I call domestic nostalgia—such as oven gloves and tea cosies, a gift which is useless to me because I am allergic to tea. In colder climates, tea cosies are useful for making dahi apparently (no, you don't put milk in the tea cosy to make dahi; you put the tea cosy around the dahi ka bartan so the warmth activates the bacteria, so please, lockdown mein don't go and do anything foolish).

However, when you become a person who cooks every day as well as cleans the house and washes the clothes you cook in, you suddenly understand the usefulness of an apron, and that's how I opened that bottom drawer. Thereupon, a new problem presented itself.