Seventy-two-year-old Mr. Sharma, the family patriarch, sat on a worn wooden chowki in the puja room. The air was thick with the scent of old sandalwood, camphor, and marigolds. His fingers, gnarled like the roots of the banyan tree outside, moved with practiced precision over the brass diya . He lit the wick, and a small, steady flame pushed back the shadows. The soft chiming of a brass bell echoed through the three-story house, a silent alarm clock for the others.
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As the lights went out, one by one, the house settled. The geyser was broken, but the rhythm remained. The last sound wasn't a car horn or a TV static. It was the soft click of the main door lock, then the sound of Mrs. Sharma filling a glass of water and placing it on the nightstand of her sleeping son’s room. She pulled the blanket up over Kavya’s small shoulders. His fingers, gnarled like the roots of the
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