And as the city outside honks its final lullaby, the Sharma family exhales. Because tomorrow, at 6 AM, the symphony will begin again. New chai. Same chaos. Infinite love.
Her husband, Ajay, is performing the sacred morning ritual of finding his glasses. They are, as always, on his head. He sips chai that is too hot, reads a newspaper that is already a day old, and negotiates with the Wi-Fi router by hitting it gently—the Indian engineering fix.
“Anything for you, gudiya .”
