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Meena leaned over. "The curve there," she said, pointing a flour-dusted finger. "It’s too sharp. A kolom should never have a sharp end. It’s about continuity. Life doesn’t end."

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"Maybe it’s for both," Kavya challenged. "Tradition doesn't have to be a museum piece. It can breathe." Meena leaned over

She carried a brass pot of water and a small cotton sack. First, she would sprinkle water over the patch of earth in front of the house, settling the dust. Then, kneeling with a grace that defied her age, she would begin her art. A kolom should never have a sharp end

He grunted, grabbed a banana, and kissed the top of her head—a fleeting gesture of affection that bridged the gap between her world of kolams and his world of code. As his car roared to life, the neighbourhood did too. The tring-tring of the vegetable vendor’s cycle, the distant call to prayer from the mosque, the clatter of steel tiffin boxes being packed for school.

That afternoon, the joint family splintered and re-formed. Vikram ate a silent lunch at his desk (a cold paneer wrap, eaten in three bites between emails). Meena ate with her husband, who sat cross-legged on a low wooden stool, carefully separating the curry leaves from his rice. "Too much spice," he grumbled, eating every last grain.