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The family scatters like a flock of startled pigeons. Rajiv’s car sputters to life. Arjun sprints for the school bus, tie flapping like a flag. Priya adjusts her pallu, grabs her office laptop bag and her mother-in-law’s lunch dabba . At the door, a brief, almost imperceptible exchange: Ammachi touches Priya’s forehead lightly, not quite a blessing, more a reminder. “Come home early. I’m making kheer .” Priya nods. It’s not about the dessert. It’s about the promise of return.