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“Then you’ll help me clean the store room,” Ritu added.

“You looked like a villain from a 90s movie,” Kavya said.

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“Chew. Then talk,” Ajay said, not looking up from his newspaper.

“Tomorrow comes fast,” Ritu replied without looking up. “Then you’ll help me clean the store room,” Ritu added

“Breakfast in five minutes!” Ritu called out, stirring the poha with one hand and packing Ajay’s tiffin for Monday with the other.

Her husband, Ajay, a government bank manager, sat on the balcony with a newspaper in one hand and a cutting chai in the other, pretending not to see the list. Their daughter, 15-year-old Kavya, was still in a war with her bedsheet. And 9-year-old Rohan? He was already building a pillow fort in the living room, determined to turn the house into a “laser security zone.” “No tiffin on Sunday

The room fell silent. The store room was a mythical black hole where broken clocks, unused pickle jars, and emotional attachments went to live forever. By 10 AM, the temple visit was done. By 11:30, Grandma from Delhi was on video call, giving a live commentary on how thin everyone looked. “Kavya, eat more ghee. Rohan, your nose is running. Ajay, your hair is graying. Ritu—why are you always working?”

“And the store room?” Rohan asked, half asleep.

Dinner was late—9:45 PM. Leftover poha and fresh parathas made by Kavya, who burned the first one and refused to admit it. They ate while watching a rerun of Ramayan , because Sunday nights belonged to nostalgia.