Dinner is rarely a silent affair. In a typical Indian home, you don’t “set the table” for four; you spread newspapers on the floor or sit around a low coffee table, and the meal is a free-for-all.

Synopsis: Class satire. The lowest employee gets the highest pleasure.

Synopsis: Rent is due, but Savita pays in kind. The landlord’s wife nearly catches them—first cliffhanger.

In the West, they say, "I need my space." In India, they say, "Ghar wale hain na" (The family is there, right?).