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“Ma, where are my blue socks?” Anuj yelled from the bedroom.

By 6:15, the small kitchen table became the stage for a daily ritual. Rajiv, a high school history teacher, sat with the Mumbai Mirror spread in front of him, dunking a paratha into his cup. Anuj stumbled in, his hair a crow’s nest, muttering about a physics test. Priya arrived last, laptop bag already on her shoulder, stealing a sip from her mother’s cup. xxx with bhabhi

And then, silence.

“Blue socks are in the second drawer, where they have been for sixteen years,” she said calmly, not looking up from the tiffin. “Priya, stop shouting at your brother from the balcony. Mrs. Desai next door will think we’re having a murder.” “Ma, where are my blue socks

Savita poured herself the last half-cup of chai, now lukewarm. She sat by the window, watching the neem tree sway. This was her quiet hour. The time to plan the vegetable shopping, to call the plumber about the leaking tap, to think about what to make for dinner. Baingan ka bharta , she decided. Anuj hated it, but Rajiv loved it. She’d make a small side of dal for Anuj. A compromise, like everything else in family life. Anuj stumbled in, his hair a crow’s nest,