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In a South Delhi apartment, the Kapoors are fighting. Loudly. Ten minutes later, the neighbor, Mrs. Ramesh, rings the bell with a bowl of kheer (rice pudding). "I made extra," she lies. She sits down, and without asking, she begins to mediate. "Beta (child), marriage is a boat..." In India, privacy is a luxury; community is a necessity. Your neighbor knows your financial troubles, your daughter's elopement, and your victory in the office politics before you do.

In the West, people eat to live; in India, we live to discuss what we’re eating next. Food is the primary currency of affection. An Indian mother will rarely ask "How are you?"—she will ask "Did you eat?" ( Khana khaya? ). In a South Delhi apartment, the Kapoors are fighting