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Welcome to the beautiful, noisy, and utterly loving chaos of Indian family life. If you have ever wondered what happens behind those balcony doors where sarees are drying and a dozen plants are fighting for sunlight, here is a little story of our everyday. My day doesn’t start with an alarm. It starts with the clinking of steel utensils.
That is Indian family life. It is loud. It is crowded. It is sometimes exhausting. But you are never alone. And in a fast-moving world, isn’t that the greatest luxury of all?
But last night, when the power went out during a storm, we all gathered on the big bed. We lit a candle. The kids stopped fighting. My husband started humming an old Kishore Kumar song. Within minutes, we were all singing, laughing in the dark.