By 7:15 AM, the lunchboxes were done: thepla for Rohan (low carb), cheese sandwiches for seven-year-old Kavya (high whine), and for herself, a hurried banana. She dressed in a navy-blue salwar kameez —safe for the office, respectful for the video call with her in-laws later. Her mother-in-law’s voice echoed in her head: “Wife, mother, daughter-in-law. In that order, Anjali.”
Then her mother: “Your cousin’s engagement is next month. You must wear the kanjivaram. I’ve sent the tailor’s number.” By 7:15 AM, the lunchboxes were done: thepla
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