She gestured vaguely at the mess, the sleeping children, the lingering scent of camphor, and the two of them, sitting side-by-side in the quiet.
Meera’s phone buzzed with a work message. She silenced it. She gestured vaguely at the mess, the sleeping
"Not so tight, Meera," her mother scolded gently, watching her daughter pinch the dough. "You are strangling him. The modak must look like a happy, fat belly." She gestured vaguely at the mess