Post-lunch, the Indian household undergoes a temporary ceasefire. The siesta is sacred. Ceiling fans rotate at full speed. Curtains are drawn. The only sounds are the snoring of the patriarch on the sofa and the rustling of the newspaper.
It is loud. It is crowded. It is exhausting.
In an Indian family, the first question upon entering the house is never “How are you?” It is “Khaana khaaya?” (Have you eaten?). Only after the affirmative response does the interrogation begin.
For a middle-class family, the day usually begins with a flurry of activity focused on preparing for work and school.
Aarav, a curious and energetic young boy, was excited about his upcoming school project on Indian history. He spent a few minutes browsing through his books, looking for inspiration. Kiara, on the other hand, was more interested in her dolls and spent her morning playing with her favorite toy, Rinki.