6:00 AM. The day doesn’t start with an alarm clock in our house. It starts with the distant, rhythmic sound of my grandmother, Amma, chanting slokas in the puja room, followed by the insistent “caw-caw” of crows on the windowsill. My mother believes feeding crows first thing in the morning pleases the ancestors. So, by 6:15 AM, she’s scattering a handful of grains on the balcony.
There is no such thing as a quiet breakfast. My younger cousin is hiding his lunchbox under the sofa because it contains bitter gourd (karela). My uncle is yelling for his misplaced office files. My mother is tying my father’s tie while simultaneously scolding me for not finishing my milk.
Living in an Indian family is not easy. There is zero privacy. Someone is always in your business. You cannot eat a chocolate bar in secret because the smell will travel, and four people will appear asking for a bite.
This is also the time for “family arbitration.” Who used whose phone charger? Why is the sugar jar empty? Did anyone pay the electricity bill? Every small conflict is solved loudly, with lots of hand gestures, and ends with everyone sharing a plate of biscuits.
6:00 AM. The day doesn’t start with an alarm clock in our house. It starts with the distant, rhythmic sound of my grandmother, Amma, chanting slokas in the puja room, followed by the insistent “caw-caw” of crows on the windowsill. My mother believes feeding crows first thing in the morning pleases the ancestors. So, by 6:15 AM, she’s scattering a handful of grains on the balcony.
There is no such thing as a quiet breakfast. My younger cousin is hiding his lunchbox under the sofa because it contains bitter gourd (karela). My uncle is yelling for his misplaced office files. My mother is tying my father’s tie while simultaneously scolding me for not finishing my milk.
Living in an Indian family is not easy. There is zero privacy. Someone is always in your business. You cannot eat a chocolate bar in secret because the smell will travel, and four people will appear asking for a bite.
This is also the time for “family arbitration.” Who used whose phone charger? Why is the sugar jar empty? Did anyone pay the electricity bill? Every small conflict is solved loudly, with lots of hand gestures, and ends with everyone sharing a plate of biscuits.
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