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Indian family life is chaotic, noisy, and crowded. There are no personal space bubbles. But there is always a seat at the table, even if you have to squeeze in. And no matter how bad your day was, someone will ask you, “Khaana khaaya?” (Have you eaten?) — because in India, that is the only way to say, “I love you.”
The alarm doesn’t wake us up in an Indian household; the chai does. By 6 AM, my grandmother is already boiling milk on the gas stove, the aroma of ginger and cardamom leaking into every room. This is the golden hour.
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