The teenagers, meanwhile, are engaged in the sacred war for the bathroom. “I have a class at 7!” yells the daughter. “I have a train at 7:15!” yells the son. The father, a government clerk, sits on the otla (the raised courtyard at the entrance), tying his shoelaces and reading the newspaper upside down just to annoy everyone.
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Rohan is 16. His board exams are tomorrow. At 11 PM, his father accidentally turns on the TV too loud watching the cricket highlights. Rohan yells. The father turns off the TV and sits silently watching Rohan study. At 12 AM, the mother brings a cup of Bournvita (malted milk). At 1 AM, the grandfather pulls up a chair and says, "Don't worry. I failed my 10th grade twice. Now I am a retired director." Rohan laughs. The family sits together in silence until 2 AM. Rohan passes the exam with flying colors. Not because he studied hard, but because he was never alone. The teenagers, meanwhile, are engaged in the sacred
The aroma of tempering cumin and mustard seeds—the —was the unofficial alarm clock in the Sharma household. The father, a government clerk, sits on the