As the morning sun rises high, my siblings and I rush to get ready for school. My brother, who's in his final year of school, is busy preparing for his board exams, while my sister, a college student, is juggling her studies with her passion for dance. My parents, both working professionals, leave for their jobs, ensuring we have a comfortable life.
Dinner is rarely just a meal; it is an anchor. In many homes, it is the only time the entire family is physically present in one spot. The television might be humming with news or a serial in the background, but the focus remains on the communal plates. The day ends not with a solitary retreat, but with a lingering conversation, ensuring that no matter how stressful the outside world was, the home remains a fortress of shared identity. As the morning sun rises high, my siblings
"Arjun! I have a hospital shift! Get out!" screams Priya, banging on the door. "Two minutes! I have to gel my hair!" comes the muffled reply. Dinner is rarely just a meal; it is an anchor