“Privacy is a luxury,” laughs Priya Menon, a 34-year-old software analyst living in a joint family in Kerala. “But so is having someone to watch your toddler when you have a fever. In India, the village follows you into the apartment complex.”
Food is the love language of the Indian family. It is not just sustenance; it is an emotion. The dining table is the conference room where politics, neighborhood gossip, and career advice are discussed over Parathas and pickles.