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And as the city outside honks its final lullaby, the Sharma family exhales. Because tomorrow, at 6 AM, the symphony will begin again. New chai. Same chaos. Infinite love.

Dinner is a loud, messy affair. Rice is spilled. A debate erupts over whether mango pickle is a side dish or a main character. Rohan announces he wants to be a game designer. Ajay chokes on his roti. “But you got 92% in science!”

The evening brings the adda —the gossip session. Aunties from the building gather on the staircase (the best ventilated spot). They discuss who bought a new car, whose daughter got an IT job in Bangalore, and whether the new family on the third floor puts garam masala in their dal. (The consensus: sacrilege ).

The day in the Sharma household doesn’t begin with an alarm clock. It begins with the krrrrr of a steel mixer grinding coconut chutney and the low hiss of pressure cooker releasing steam—two sounds that could wake a hibernating bear. And as the city outside honks its final

Rekha, the mother, is already ten steps ahead. Her hands move on autopilot: spreading turmeric on a wound her son got yesterday, packing a lunchbox with parathas shaped like a triangle (because “square ones are boring, Mumma”), and simultaneously yelling into her phone, “No, the bhindi vendor cheats me, I’m taking the auto to the sabzi mandi today.”

At 1:00 PM, the house is quiet. Rekha finally sits down with her own lunch—cold, because she served everyone else first. She scrolls through a WhatsApp group called “Sharma Family & Co,” where her mother-in-law in Jaipur has sent 14 photos of a stray cat. She replies: “Very nice, Mummyji. Feed it milk.”

Anjali, half-asleep, whispers, “Mumma, tomorrow make aloo paratha . The heart-shaped ones.” Same chaos

Her husband, Ajay, is performing the sacred morning ritual of finding his glasses. They are, as always, on his head. He sips chai that is too hot, reads a newspaper that is already a day old, and negotiates with the Wi-Fi router by hitting it gently—the Indian engineering fix.

By 7:45 AM, the house transforms. Bags are zipped. Idli-sambar is devoured in three minutes flat. The school van honks impatiently outside. As the kids tumble out, Ajay pauses at the door. He doesn’t say “I love you.” He says, “ Dhyan se .” Carefully.

Then comes the chaos. Rohan (16) is glued to his phone, claiming he’s “checking homework,” while his thumbs move at the speed of light. Little Anjali (7) refuses to wear her school uniform because the color is “aggressively maroon.” Rice is spilled

Rekha mediates: “Eat your gajar ka halwa . We’ll discuss your rebellion tomorrow.”

“Anything for you, gudiya .”