Growing up desi is truly a ride. Our families are colossal, there is no restriction to how augmented they can be. Add to that the powerful mixture of the uncle-close relative neighbors, and companions who ought to be companions, yet are by and large contenders. New York-based craftsman Soni Satpathy-Singh has caught reality about experiencing childhood in a South Asian crew. The gossipping neighbors, the close relatives telling young ladies that a definitive point is marriage to a well off man and a multitude of kids, the superstitious relatives who trepidation fate with each stride, and the one issue that frequents every one of us – mislabelled, deceiving holders in the refrigerator. Yogurt in frozen yogurt compartments, pickle in yogurt holders, and daal-subzi in every other holder is an annoyingly regular event.