Ramesh, the patriarch, starts his day on the balcony with a newspaper and a steaming cup of ginger chai. Inside, the kitchen is the engine room. His wife, Sunita, moves with practiced grace, packing three different stainless steel tiffin boxes—one with poha for Ramesh, a spicy wrap for her daughter Priya who works in IT, and a simpler meal for young Arjun. The air smells of mustard seeds and fresh coriander.
"Bye, Maa!"
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