By 7 PM, the house inhales again. The sound of slippers being kicked off. The smell of wet umbrellas. Someone’s phone plays a reels song loudly. Someone else complains. The evening tea is not tea—it’s a tribunal. “Who forgot to pay the electricity bill?” “Why did you not call from tuition?” And then, without transition: “Pass the bhujia.” Arguments dissolve into laughter. Laughter dissolves into silence. Silence dissolves into the unspoken truth: We are all each other has.
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