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Everyone scrambled. The kitchen was a symphony of overlapping instructions, laughter, and the occasional crash as Rohan tried to help and instead knocked over the spice rack, sending turmeric powder flying like yellow snow.

“He won’t, Papa. I DMed him. He’s stuck in the Sector 18 traffic jam,” she mumbled, not looking up.

Meera clicked her tongue. “DM? What is this DM? In my time, we wrote letters. Proper ones, with stamps.”

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“Yes, Dadi (Grandma),” Kavya said, finally looking up with a sly grin. “And they took six days to arrive and said ‘I am fine. Weather is hot.’ Groundbreaking stuff.”

Just then, the front door burst open. Rohan, Vikram’s younger brother, breezed in carrying two large bags of vegetables. “Traffic is a nightmare! I left office two hours ago. Two hours! I could have walked to Chandigarh and back.”

Meera’s eyes twinkled. “It was not a rolling pin. It was a belan . And I did not scare him. I merely… suggested he leave.” Everyone scrambled

“Uncle, you are my favorite person in this house,” Kavya said, finally putting her phone down.

Then the doorbell rang. The milkman. The newspaper. The neighbor needing a cup of sugar. The day, with all its glorious, exhausting stories, began again.

Rohan kissed his mother’s forehead, ignoring the jab. He was the family’s chaos agent, an architect who dreamed of buildings but spent his days designing parking lots. He tossed a bright pink box to Kavya. “For you. Jalebi . Don’t tell your father.” I DMed him

“But Maa, my client—” Priya started.

Vikram shuffled in, taking the tiny, clay cup that had somehow survived from another era. “Just one, Maa. I’m late.”

“Chai, beta?” Meera called out, not as a question, but as a decree.

The scene shifted. The clatter of tiffin boxes being packed. Vikram’s wife, Priya, appeared, looking like a warrior who had just conquered a mountain. She was a senior software manager, already dressed in a silk salwar kameez for a client dinner, yet she was also the master of the household logistics.