Tell me which of these (or another lawful, non-exploitative angle) you want, and I’ll draft an extensive examination.

Plates are passed. Rotis are thrown like frisbees from one end of the table to the other. Someone spills water. Someone else blames the cat. The grandmother, despite having no teeth, manages to chew a papad louder than a truck’s horn. By 9:30 PM, the plates are empty, the arguments are unresolved, and the cat is fed.

The day typically starts before dawn, driven by the sounds of temple bells, bird chirping, or the sharp ring of an alarm.