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Later, when the house was finally still, Kavita sat on the edge of Anjali’s bed. The girl was half-asleep.

“Mumma,” Anjali mumbled. “Is our family normal?”

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By 7:30 AM, the house had emptied like a tide. Rohan left on his scooter, with Anjali wedged between his arms and her school bag hitting his back like a second passenger. Arjun had been forced into the ironed shirt and was trudging toward the bus stop. Dadi had settled into her armchair by the window, watching the vegetable vendor argue with the neighbor about the price of okra. Kavita was finally alone.

“Baba, it’s upside down,” Anjali said, chewing. Later, when the house was finally still, Kavita

The evening was a controlled explosion. Anjali returned from school with a petition to adopt a stray dog. Arjun returned from the placement drive, furious because he had actually liked a company. Rohan returned with the evening newspaper—right side up this time—and Dadi demanded everyone sit for chai and bhajiyas (fritters) because “the rain is coming.”

That night, dinner was a quiet, sprawling affair. They ate dal-baati-churma by the light of a single bulb in the courtyard, the rain still drumming on the tin roof. No phones. No arguments. Just the sound of spoons scraping steel plates and Rohan telling a terrible joke about a monkey and a mango. “Is our family normal

They left as friends, each secretly vowing to try the other’s method.