Last week, I was sad. I didn't say a word. But my mother made kheer (rice pudding) because she "had a feeling." My father didn't talk about it, but he put an extra ₹500 in my wallet. My brother sat next to me and played stupid videos on his phone until I laughed.
Meanwhile, their son, Amit, a software engineer working for a multinational corporation, is in a state of panic. He needs to join a conference call with the New York office at 6:30 AM. His wife, Priya, a school teacher, is packing three distinct lunches: a low-carb diet box for Amit, a tiffin of paneer paratha for their 10-year-old son Rohan, and a strict "no-onion-garlic" meal for the grandparents. Last week, I was sad