From the kitchen, washing the last steel glass, Mummyji’s phone buzzed. She wiped her hand on her pallu , read the message, and smiled to herself. She didn’t reply. She just put the phone down and turned off the light.
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“Mum, I have a project submission tomorrow!” From the kitchen, washing the last steel glass,