By 7:30 AM, the house was a whirlwind. The smell of toasted bread and sizzling poha (flattened rice) filled the air. School bags were zipped, lunch boxes (the legendary Indian dabba ) were packed with rotis and dry sabzi, and the frantic hunt for a missing left sock had begun.

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