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By 7:00 AM, the kitchen was a whirlwind. Aditi’s husband, Rahul, was nursing a cup of ginger chai while scrolling through news, dodging their seven-year-old son, Ishaan, who was frantically searching for a missing cricket shoe. — End of Article — By 7:00 AM,
Kavya nodded. This was the rhythm of their life—every action was a note in a larger melody of family duty. While the tea brewed, she swept the front courtyard, drawing a simple rangoli of rice flour and red powder—a daily welcome to Goddess Lakshmi and the postman. dodging their seven-year-old son