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"It's around the TV remote, Dad!"

Rohan grabbed his office bag and the steel dabba (lunchbox). "I’ll be late tonight. Client meeting." "Because you left it next to the yogurt

Upstairs, Rohan stirred. He didn’t brush his teeth first; he went to the small puja room in the corner of the hall. He lit the brass lamp, rang the small bell, and chanted for ten minutes. The tikka (vermilion mark) on the small Ganesha idol was fresh from yesterday.

“Mom, the girls loved the sevvai . Can you pack extra tomorrow?” It was the 5:45 AM grind, the tiffin

The evening brought the cycle back. By 8:00 PM, the house was loud again. The TV played a reality dance show at full volume. Rohan was on his laptop in one corner. Anjali was fighting with her grandmother on the phone about why she didn’t want to study engineering. Aarav was doing his homework on the dining table while simultaneously watching a cricket highlight reel on his phone.

Thumbs up emoji. “The poha was a bit dry. But good.”

Kavita smiled and typed her reply: “Okay. Come home early. We have kheer for dessert tonight.”

"Mom, I’m doing my hair!"