By noon, the house transformed. The men had gone to work, and the women—Meena, Priya, and Chachi (Aunt)—gathered in the kitchen for the most important event of the day: sorting the vegetables.
“Did you put the nimbu (lemon) in the water bottle?” Vikram asks, buttoning his shirt. “No, I put a Ferrari,” Priya retorts without missing a beat. “Yes, the lemon is in there. Check your bag.” By noon, the house transformed