In every Indian family, the mother packs lunch like she’s feeding an army. My tiffin box contains three types of sabzi, two rotis, a pickle, and a sweet. My brother, who claims he’s “on a diet” (he’s 22), tries to sneak his tiffin into the garbage. Mom catches him. A lecture follows. It ends with him carrying the heaviest tiffin in his office.
Here are a few daily life stories that illustrate the Indian family lifestyle:
"I’ll eat later, Dadu. I have a meeting in ten minutes."
It’s a ritual. Every. Single. Day.
Dinner is an event. Everyone eats together on the floor or around a crowded dining table. There’s always: