Kavya hesitated, glancing at her dead laptop. Then, she sighed, got up, and pushed her sleeves up. Mother and daughter stood side by side, the only light coming from the grey sky outside. Meera poured water into the flour, and Kavya mixed it with her fingers, the cool, sticky batter a sensation she had forgotten.
"Wash your hands," Meera commanded.
It was the first day of Sawan (the monsoon month), and the sky over their Jaipur home was the colour of a bruised plum. The air was thick with the smell of wet clay and kacchi kairi (raw mango). Meera stood by the window, a chai in her hand, not a roti in sight. The kitchen was silent.
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Kavya hesitated, glancing at her dead laptop. Then, she sighed, got up, and pushed her sleeves up. Mother and daughter stood side by side, the only light coming from the grey sky outside. Meera poured water into the flour, and Kavya mixed it with her fingers, the cool, sticky batter a sensation she had forgotten.
"Wash your hands," Meera commanded.
It was the first day of Sawan (the monsoon month), and the sky over their Jaipur home was the colour of a bruised plum. The air was thick with the smell of wet clay and kacchi kairi (raw mango). Meera stood by the window, a chai in her hand, not a roti in sight. The kitchen was silent.