Meera didn’t argue. She had learned, after a decade, that argument was a luxury for women with separate kitchens. Instead, she chopped onions finer than her feelings, and added green chilies for her own quiet rebellion.
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At 11:30 PM, the house was finally still. The geyser had been forgotten. The volcano would be fixed with flour paste in the morning. Meera sat on the kitchen floor, the last one awake, massaging oil into her hair—a ritual her own mother had taught her. Take care of yourself , her mother had said, because no one else will. Meera didn’t argue
By 6:15 AM, Meera had already lost a small battle. She wanted to make poha for breakfast—light, quick. But Savitri had silently placed a bowl of soaked chana and paneer cubes on the counter. The message was clear: today was a protein day. The children had exams. Rohan walked in at 7:15