I know none of you are particularly curious about a day in my life. But guess what? I’m going to tell you anyway. So, if all is well, my morning starts with the waking call from Reji, reminding me that the actual alarm is ringing. He is not just my husband, but a human equivalent of an alarm. After hitting snooze (both on him and the alarm) three times, I finally drag myself out of bed. Off to the toilet, brush my hair, slap some cream on my face, and then stumble into the kitchen—my kingdom of morning chaos. Leo, is waiting at the main door, probably cursing us in his head: "Open the door, you people! Nature is calling!" Meanwhile, Reji, brews the coffee, serves me a cup and plants himself on the kitchen sofa. This is our usual time to crib about people, celebrate how amazing we are, talk about our children, lament the state of the world and feel better that Kerala is in good hands. Oh, right—Leo is still outside. I peek out; there he is, glaring at me. Reji steps ou...