By 5:00 PM, the doorbell started its symphony. The milkman. The wala who sharpens knives. The neighbor, aunty from 3B, who came to borrow "one cup of sugar" and stayed for an hour to discuss the building's new security guard.
But silence is suspicious.
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Later, lying in bed, Vikram whispered, "Rohan's getting too much screen time." Meera replied, "And you are getting too much grey hair." He laughed. "We are all getting older." She turned off the lamp. "No. We are just getting louder." By 5:00 PM, the doorbell started its symphony
The day ended where it began: in the kitchen. The neighbor, aunty from 3B, who came to