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

“Enough!” Meera clapped her hands. Silence. “Everyone sit.”

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They sat. The four of them—Vikram, Priya, Rohan, and Kavya—squeezed onto the wooden bench in the kitchen. Meera served them, one by one. Hot roti , white butter melting at the edges, the leftover aloo sabzi from last night, and a tiny piece of pickle. No one ate alone. No one ate first. They ate together .

“He was blocking the sunlight to my tulsi plant,” Meera said with a shrug. “A garden requires discipline.” “Uncle, you are my favorite person in this

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

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 sit

Vikram put his arm around Priya. Rohan stole a piece of roti from Kavya’s plate. And for a moment, the chaos of Indian life—the noise, the heat, the constant negotiation between tradition and tomorrow—felt less like a burden and more like a prayer.