Savitri nodded. This, too, was part of the lifestyle. In an Indian family, the concept of “family” leaked beyond the walls of the house. It included the tailor who stitched Rohan’s shirts, the vegetable vendor who saved the best cauliflower for her, and the widowed neighbor who depended on their extra khichdi .
“ Acha? ” Savitri raised an eyebrow, sliding a perfectly crisp dosa onto a plate. “Your ‘online’ will still be hungry. Sit. Eat.”
“Nani?” he called out.
