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In the kitchen, Savita Sharma is orchestrating a symphony. She measures tea leaves into a bubbling pan of milk, ginger, and cardamom. Her sari pallu is tucked securely into her waist, and her eyes track three things at once: the parathas on the tawa, the rising dough for evening snacks, and the simmering tension between her husband and son.

The real magic happens not in grand gestures, but in the kitchen. By 2 PM, Savita is rolling out the third batch of rotis. Anil, pretending to look for a screwdriver, hovers by the door. In the kitchen, Savita Sharma is orchestrating a symphony

The Sunday alarm at the Sharma household isn't a phone chime. It’s the metallic thwack of a pressure cooker releasing steam, followed by Riya Sharma’s theatrical groan. "Maa, it’s 7 AM! Even the gods are sleeping in." The real magic happens not in grand gestures,