Despite being so alien and far away in its setting, Gamak Ghar speaks to you in an Indian way. The domesticity, replete with the stillness and discrimination is beautifully recreated in the first 20 minutes or so itself.
I cannot speak of any significant experience with the village or small town life but it reminded me of the time spent in my ancestral village of Gujarat and even more the visit to my mom's hometown of Gadag in Karnataka.
The preparations for feast match countless family gatherings in Bombay. I could see my aunts and uncles in these frames.
It was also during these times and exchanges that I first became overtly familiar with Indian sexism, 15 years ago. I had dropped something on the floor during dinner at my house and went to get a rug to clean the floor. An aunt stopped me and said "Boys can't do such things. Your cousin sister will do it."