It is Diwali time.
You are at your In-laws.
Your in-laws are chaste, vegetarian Brahmins.
After seven years of marriage, they pretty much suspect you are not.
Yet, you are respectful enough to throw out (okay, hide) the non-veg stuff in the house when they visit, especially since you know it makes your mother in law sick.
So, it's a harmonious balance that has been struck.
And now imagine, if you will.
It is dinner time during Diwali.
Your little Peanut is cheerfully perched on a chair right next to yours.
She is eating plain rice, her favorite dish.
Her Grandma asks her to also eat her sabzi - some alu-gobi, your husband's favorite - and therefore, ubiquitous dish.
Your Peanut looks suspiciously at the alu-gobi.
Reaches out and pokes one piece of the alu.
And then brightly and happily proclaims
You feel yourself sliding to the floor under the table while your husband chuckles through a mouthful of sabzi and roti, and your in-laws graciously pretend not to hear.
The joy. The infinite joy.