In a typical middle-class home in Delhi or Mumbai, the first person awake is often the matriarch. By 5:30 AM, she is in the kitchen, stirring a concoction of ginger, cardamom, and tea leaves— chai —the fuel of the nation. Simultaneously, the father is performing Surya Namaskar (sun salutations) on the terrace or scrolling through the newspaper for job listings and vegetable prices.
To an outsider, the Indian family lifestyle looks like chaos. There is no schedule. People shout over each other. There is no concept of a "locked bedroom door." Savita Bhabhi Romance