Pour yourself a cup of chai . Take a seat.
You don’t buy a car because you need it. You buy it because Sharma aunty next door just bought a white one, and your father cannot bear the shame of being seen getting out of a rickshaw during the evening walk.
Indian family drama isn't a flaw in the system; it is the feature. It is loud, intrusive, and boundary-less. But it is also the safety net that catches you when the world outside gets too quiet.