Co-authoring a book on south Indian mothers

...seems like a good idea. For all you know, it might end up as a best seller, in the leagues of Bridget Jones’, the only difference means, the Bridget Jones's of the world admit to be cranky old sorry singletons, but our dear old south Indian mother’s refuse to admit that they can ever be wrong, melodramatic, narrow-minded, lovable, freaks. A love-hate relationship where you are not allowed to admit that you hate them for the many things they love doing.
To themselves and to us.