Potential short story?
As she danced in a joyous, carefree, manner to the Sufi song that was playing on the local radio station, Tulasi thought that, right then, she was as happy as anyone could possibly be. Mid-twirl, she caught her mother Janani's eye, and they both burst out laughing. Tulasi looked rather ridiculous that afternoon, dancing in the middle of their cramped, sweaty kitchen, with her nightie folded at the knees like a lungi, and tendrils of freshly washed hair escaping from underneath her towel turban. Janani shoved Tulasi out of her kitchen. There was far too much work to be done for her to get caught up in another of her daughter's silly moods. Tulasi danced right back in and tried to entice her, "Come on, ma! You know you want to twirl with me. It's our favourite song!" Janani mockingly replied, "True, but who is going to cook tiffin? You?" Tulasi shrugged and said, "Try asking your son, you might have better luck. Say, where is he? I hav...