"Did you eat enough?"
People often ask me, "Isn't it noisy? Don't you want privacy?"
The "quiet" of dawn shatters the moment the school bus horn honks outside. My sister-in-law is braiding my niece’s hair while holding a tiffin box under her arm. My brother is searching for his left shoe, declaring that someone (the househelp) moved it. My mother is standing at the door like a drill sergeant, wiping a smudge of jam off my nephew’s cheek before he runs out.