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In an age of individualism, India clings to collectivism—not out of stagnation, but out of love. And that is the story that never gets old. It is a story written every morning with a cup of chai, and edited every night with a shared meal.

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Food is served by the mother, and she watches. She watches if the son takes a second helping of dal (lentils)—that means he is tired. She watches if the father leaves the bhindi —that means he is stressed about work. She watches if the daughter eats too little—that means the diet culture has struck again. The serving spoon is a tool of control and care. "Eat more," she commands. "No," the daughter replies. "You are looking thin," the mother counters. This argument is as much a part of the meal as the rice. In an age of individualism, India clings to

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