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On the balcony, Arjun’s daughter, Ananya, was sitting cross-legged with her grandmother. They weren't talking; they were focused on the intricate task of stringing jasmine buds for the evening prayer.

The marigold garlands draping the doorway of the Iyer household were beginning to wilt, but the scent of fried papad and simmering rasam still filled the air. desiporngirl,com

"Dadi," Ananya whispered, "why do we have to do this every day?" On the balcony, Arjun’s daughter, Ananya, was sitting

"Amma, did you see my charger?" her son, Arjun, called out from the living room. He was a software engineer, currently working for a startup, but in this house, he was still the boy who couldn't find his own socks. On the balcony