Meena sighs, wraps the thepla in a napkin, and steps back into the fray. Because that is what Indian family life is—not a ladder, not a staircase, but a perpetual, loving, exasperating cycle of chai and chaos, whistles and WhatsApp, forgetting and forgiving.
Amma interjects: “In my time, we didn’t have ‘book fairs with friends.’ We had satsang with family.” bhabhi ki gaand
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