By 6:00 AM, the Sharma household of seven (two grandparents, parents, and three children) is a study in choreographed noise. The father, Rohan, is already yelling for a missing left shoe. The grandmother, Saraswati, is kneading dough for parathas , her wrinkled hands moving with the precision of a surgeon. The teenage daughter, Kavya, is on her phone—reels of Korean dramas in one ear, her mother’s instructions for picking up dry cleaning in the other.