this post goes out to my girl. so she wrote a poem about my chub hands. and from that i have to relate this story to you. i was in the hospital for some reason or the other and my dad comes in and he's like oh no her hands are swollen! and everyone's like what? what happened? and then everyone's like oh abu ji that's how they are. and then everybody laughed. each 3rd of my finger looks like it's a freshly baked loaf of bread. that's all i got about my hands.