That, in essence, is the Indian family lifestyle. It is loud, exhausting, complicated, and absolutely, unfailingly alive.
On Diwali night, all the daily fights vanish. The family of four—plus grandparents and uncles—sits on the floor. They perform Lakshmi Puja (prayers for wealth). Then, they eat a feast. The father, who yelled in the morning over a lost pen, now hugs his son and slips him a 500-rupee note. The mother, exhausted from frying gulab jamuns , finally sits down, and the family watches a Bollywood movie. This is the ideal. This is the story they will tell for years.
