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The alarm doesn’t wake you in India. The sound does. Not a digital beep, but a peacock’s screech from the neighbor’s roof, the metallic clang of a chaiwala arranging his brass kettles, and the low, devotional hum of a temple bell drifting through the pre-dawn smog. In the West, if something breaks, you buy a new one