Dinner is the altar. The family reassembles. The table is laid with stainless steel thalis (plates). Tonight, it’s rajma-chawal (kidney beans and rice), a cucumber salad, and a dollop of homemade ghee. Asha serves everyone, refusing to sit until the last person has taken a second helping.
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But on a Sunday morning, when the rain hits the tin roof, and the entire family sits on the floor eating poori-aloo from a steel thali, listening to the grandfather hum an old Kishore Kumar song—there is nowhere else in the world an Indian would rather be. Dinner is the altar
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