I got introduced to the concept of cousin much later in life. I knew I had two dozen brothers and sisters. I felt bad if someone introduced me as her/his cousin. We had one dozen parents; ofcourse one’s parent was the first among the equals. The status of our parents did not matter so much to us children. There were no separate kitchens. There was no provision of extra messing. Though part of a family, we were able to retain our individuality and identity. Despite differences, we were together. We were ordinary. There was no competition among ourselves. Among the ordinary there is revelry, not rivalry. Looks like utopia, isn’t it?