Then—silence. The house exhales. Meena sits alone on the sofa, her coffee now cold. She picks up her own phone. Not to scroll, but to call her mother, 200 kilometers away. “Acha, Maa? Have you taken your blood pressure medicine?”

Ramesh leaves last, adjusting his helmet. “I’ll be late tonight. Vendor meeting.” Meena nods. She knows “late” means 10 p.m., and she’ll keep his dinner covered in the microwave.

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Then—silence. The house exhales. Meena sits alone on the sofa, her coffee now cold. She picks up her own phone. Not to scroll, but to call her mother, 200 kilometers away. “Acha, Maa? Have you taken your blood pressure medicine?”

Ramesh leaves last, adjusting his helmet. “I’ll be late tonight. Vendor meeting.” Meena nods. She knows “late” means 10 p.m., and she’ll keep his dinner covered in the microwave. kavita bhabhi ullu

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