Mom's enraged voice echoed across the living room, where I was watching the highlights of Germany thrashing Brazil in the World Cup semi-final. She ordered me to heat the chicken korma that had been sitting in the fridge for the past hour. Incensed by my refusal to pay attention, she dashed forward with her surprisingly fast cheetah-like reflexes to turn the TV off. With a belan in one hand and an unbaked litti in another, her effort to ruin my relaxing Saturday evening had effectively worked.


