The daily life of an Indian family isn’t a Netflix show. It’s messy. There are arguments over the TV remote (Mega serials vs. the Cricket match). There is unsolicited advice from elders about your parenting. There is zero privacy.
We have three generations under one roof, but only two bathrooms. The math doesn't work. By 8 AM, there is a queue. My son is banging on the door shouting, "Emergency!" (The emergency is that his video game is loading). My husband is trying to shave while my daughter is doing her skincare routine that takes exactly 45 minutes. I’ve learned to brush my teeth in the kitchen sink. Don't judge me. You would too.
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I don’t set an alarm. I have my mother-in-law. She wakes up with the sun, opens the kitchen windows, and the clanging of steel tiffin boxes does the rest. By 6:15 AM, the smell of fresh filter coffee and cardamom tea is battling it out in the corridor. My husband is already in the shower (using up all the hot water), and my father-in-law is doing his Surya Namaskar on the balcony, humming a old Lata Mangeshkar song slightly off-key.
The Beautiful Chaos: A Glimpse into a Typical Indian Joint Family Morning The daily life of an Indian family isn’t a Netflix show
Let me take you behind the scenes of my typical Tuesday morning. Spoiler alert: There is no silence. There is no "me time." But there is magic .
If you’ve ever peeked through the window of an average Indian home (okay, maybe a joint family home), you might think you’re watching a high-speed cricket match. There’s a lot of running around, a few loud exclamations, and—most importantly—a lot of love passed around like chai. the Cricket match)
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Everyone is running late. Shoes are missing. My son left his geometry box inside the prayer room. My husband can’t find the car keys (they are in the fridge—don’t ask). My father-in-law is handing out Sabudana vadas to the kids as a "snack" for the road, despite knowing they will stain the car seats.
But there is also the sound of my mother-in-law saving the last piece of Gulab Jamun for me because she knows I had a rough day. There is my husband helping my son with math even though he is exhausted. There is the feeling that no matter what happens outside—a bad boss, a flat tire, a global crisis—there is a warm, chaotic, loud thali waiting for you at home.
Riya Sharma | Category: Daily Life & Routines