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By 6:15, the house is awake. My husband, Arjun, is already in the bathroom fighting for mirror space with our 8-year-old, Rohan. My father-in-law is in the balcony doing his Surya Namaskar (yoga), while my 16-year-old sister-in-law, Priya, pretends to study but is actually scrolling through Instagram under the blanket.

This is the noise I used to hate when I was a newlywed. Now, I realize silence is loneliness. This noise is love. www.savita bhabhi.com

The 5:30 AM alarm doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to my mother-in-law, or “Mumma” as I call her. I hear the soft click of her slippers on the marble floor, followed by the distinct sound of a steel pressure cooker whistling its first morning song. By 6:15, the house is awake

We don't do "date nights" or "me time" very well. But we do together time brilliantly. We fight hard, but we laugh louder. When I am sick, there are three people trying to feed me kadha (herbal tea). When the kids win a prize, there are four grandparents on a video call crying with joy. This is the noise I used to hate when I was a newlywed

Lunch is a sacred ritual. You cannot skip lunch in an Indian home. At 1 PM sharp, Mumma serves a thali : rice, dal, a vegetable sabzi, yogurt, and papad. We watch the noon soap opera (the TV show, not our life—though sometimes it's hard to tell the difference).

Leave your shoes at the door. Bring your appetite. And stay for the chai.