No, I’m not beating my wife. If anything at all, it would be the other way around. (She gives me a piercing look from across the table when I ask for her approval as I write down that sentence. Then, she disarmingly nods in agreement.) Domestic violence, in my opinion, is the attack that ensues when a perfectly self-sustaining happy family, such as ours, who’ve lived in the Western Hemisphere for longer than a holiday, decide to return to their roots in Mumbai. The assault is never internal; it’s always from external forces.
