The Indian family is a masterpiece of improvisation. It is loud, unfair, tender, exhausting, and utterly illogical. It is a place where individual dreams go to die or to be nourished—sometimes both in the same day.
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“In India,” Meera says, pouring a dark, sweet stream into a clay cup, “you don’t live for your family. You are the family. There is no off switch.” The Indian family is a masterpiece of improvisation