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Rohan, 14, buried under a mountain of textbooks and a single thin sheet (the AC is a luxury saved for guests), groans. His younger sister, Anjali, 9, is already awake, but only because she’s trying to bribe the stray cat on the balcony with a piece of leftover paratha.

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At 7:00 PM, Rajeev returns. The ritual is sacred: he changes into a kurta pajama , sits in his armchair, and reads the newspaper while Pooja brings him a fresh cup of chai and a plate of bhujia (spicy snack mix). He asks the children one question each: “What did you learn today?” Rohan shrugs. Anjali says, “We learned that butterflies taste with their feet.” Rajeev nods, satisfied. Rohan, 14, buried under a mountain of textbooks

Dinner is late—usually 9:00 PM. They eat together on the floor of the dining room, a throwback to Rajeev’s childhood. Tonight’s meal is dal-chawal (lentil rice) with a side of achar (pickle) and fried papad. No one uses spoons; they eat with their hands, mixing the dal and rice into a perfect little ball. At 7:00 PM, Rajeev returns

In the darkness, without Wi-Fi or AC, the Sharmas sit together. No one says “I love you.” They don’t need to. In an Indian family, love is in the shared roti , the constant nagging, the borrowed charger, and the quiet patience of a Tuesday night power cut.

From 5:00 to 6:30 PM is the “tuition hour.” Rohan has a math tutor who comes home, while Anjali practices Hindi handwriting. Pooja becomes a referee: “Rohan, stop tapping your pen! Anjali, sit straight!”

When the power cuts at 11:30 PM (a common summer occurrence), the family doesn’t panic. They instinctively move to the balcony, where the cool night air smells of wet earth and jasmine. Rajeev fans everyone with a newspaper. Anjali rests her head on Pooja’s lap. Rohan looks at the stars—the only time his phone is forgotten.