We don’t talk about anything deep. We talk about the neighbor’s new car, the rising price of onions, and why my cousin’s engagement is going to be a logistical nightmare. This is therapy.
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Dinner is never a meal. It is a negotiation. "No screen at the table," my mother says. "But I have to watch the match!" my brother argues. "Let the child eat her paneer in peace," grandma interjects. We don’t talk about anything deep
In the middle of this chaos, my father sneaks me a ₹500 note. "Coffee on me today, beta," he whispers, because he knows work has been stressful. That’s the thing about Indian families—we fight like tigers over the TV remote at night, but we notice everything. People often ask me, "Isn't it noisy
"Did you eat enough?"