The Hyderabad Chronicles: A Family Reunion, A Heatwave, and the Rise of the Eyeliner Empire

 After two weeks in Hyderabad, I have survived a heatwave, witnessed the majestic gathering of 100 blood-related beings, and accidentally joined the cult of eyeliner enthusiasts (courtesy of my very persuasive aunts). If my return ticket had been delayed by even a day, I suspect they might have upgraded me to a full smoky-eye and a secret membership card.

Let’s start with the sheer grandeur of the Brahmopadeshas. Two in one trip—because clearly, my family believes in doubling down on wisdom and sacred threads. With the entire clan assembled, it was a surreal experience: cousins I'd never met, great-uncles with opinions on everything, and an impressive aunt network that could organize an impromptu fashion show within five minutes. And organize they did. My Desi outfits were no longer just outfits—they became statement pieces, meticulously styled with the help of these seasoned experts, who mastered the art of draping, accessorizing, and making sure every jhumka was positioned at just the right angle to catch the light.

Speaking of light—there was plenty of it. In fact, too much of it. The Hyderabad heat was relentless, wrapping itself around me like an overenthusiastic relative, refusing to let go. It was the kind of heat that makes you question every life choice, including the wisdom of wearing heavy traditional wear. But apparently, looking fabulous and mildly overheating is a rite of passage, and I took it in stride. Hydration was my best friend, and shade was my beloved accomplice.

But perhaps the most surprising turn of events came when my aunts introduced me to The Eyeliner Life™. What began as a casual “You should try it” spiraled into a full-fledged crash course on angles, flicks, and winged precision. By the time they were done with me, I had not only purchased eyeliner but had also gained unsolicited knowledge about its historical significance in beauty traditions. And, against all odds, I admit—I kind of liked it.

So, here I am, returning from Hyderabad with new bonds, newfound respect for the stamina of my relatives, a handful of heat-induced existential thoughts, and a sharpened ability to apply eyeliner. If this isn’t character development, I don’t know what is.