I sit on the sofa with my husband. He watches the news (loudly). I scroll on my phone. We don’t talk much at this hour. We don’t need to.
This is my favorite part of the Indian lifestyle. The kids play cricket, breaking the neighbor’s window for the third time this month. The uncles gather on the chabutara (community bench) to solve the world’s political problems. The aunties lean over the balcony, not so secretly watching everyone. savita bhabhi 149
6:00 AM. I don’t need an alarm. I have my mother-in-law’s soft chanting from the puja room and the pressure cooker whistling on the stove. That is the universal Indian wake-up call. I sit on the sofa with my husband