I am in charge of Time in my family.
It’s time to go.
It’s time to get ready.
It’s time to eat so you can be ready.
It’s time to do homework.
It’s time to finish and not to linger over homework.
It’s time to head out so we can get there on time. … and so on ad infinitum.
I am the planner, the nag, the clock-watcher, always on alert to ensure the perpetually unwilling dithering masses, focused on higher thoughts and dreams, are drifting in the right direction at the right time.
Aren’t I, as a desi person, supposed to be excused from all this?