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“Ammma! Did you iron my college uniform? The bus is going to be here in fifteen minutes!”

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, their 17-year-old daughter, was the next to surface. She came out of her room with a towel turbaned on her head and her phone glued to her hand. Unlike her mother’s slow, graceful waking, Kavya moved in a blur of frantic energy.

Her phone buzzed. It was Arjun.

Five minutes later, Suresh returned, looking tired but happier. He sat next to Thatha, who had just woken up, and they began their daily ritual: debating the cricket match from 1983. “No, no, Appa. Kapil Dev did not catch that ball. You are remembering it wrong.”

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