Rohan grabbed his office bag and the steel dabba (lunchbox). "I’ll be late tonight. Client meeting."
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By 7:30 AM, the family assembled at the main door, a chaotic huddle of shoes, bags, and last-minute instructions. Rohan grabbed his office bag and the steel dabba (lunchbox)
“Mom, the girls loved the sevvai . Can you pack extra tomorrow?” Kavita Sharma, mother of two and the family’s
"Why is it in the fridge?" Aarav groaned, stumbling down the stairs in his school uniform, his tie hanging loose.
Upstairs, Rohan stirred. He didn’t brush his teeth first; he went to the small puja room in the corner of the hall. He lit the brass lamp, rang the small bell, and chanted for ten minutes. The tikka (vermilion mark) on the small Ganesha idol was fresh from yesterday.
