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“Then I’ll say it again tomorrow,” he replies, and grins.

Priya finally sits down to eat her own breakfast at 9:15 AM. Cold poha . She scrolls through her WhatsApp groups: “Sharma Family” (cousins arguing about politics), “Sector 28 Moms” (a war over the new garbage collection schedule), and “Kitchen Queens” (someone has posted a photo of a biryani so ornate it belongs in a museum). She smiles. This is her village, compressed into a phone.

Priya’s phone rings. Her mother, from Jaipur. “Beta, have you eaten? You look tired. You’re not sleeping enough. Are you eating iron tablets? That boy Rajesh doesn’t take care of you.”

Rajesh is already in the bathroom, negotiating with the geyser. The power cut at 5:45 AM, as it does every other day. The backup inverter hums, but the water is lukewarm at best. He sighs. This is not a crisis. It is simply Tuesday.

“Aarav! Your geography project!” Priya shouts, not looking up.

She takes a breath. She says, “Yes, Mummy. I’m fine.”