So the next time you see an Indian family, three generations deep, walking down a dusty street, arguing over which dhaba (roadside eatery) to eat at, know this: You are not looking at chaos. You are looking at a masterpiece of daily life.
"Mera parivar, meri duniya." — My family, my world.
The sofa is sacred. The "head of the family" claims the corner seat (usually facing the TV). Guests cannot sit on the bed; the bed is private. The plastic chairs brought out for Diwali are for the less important relatives.
