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For two hours, Radha had the house to herself. She switched off the TV. She poured a second cup of filter coffee—the thick, dark decoction mixed with frothy milk—and sat by the window. This was her secret time. She watched the neighbor’s cat stretch on the compound wall. She scrolled through a Facebook group for Karnataka-style recipes. She thought about her son, , who was studying engineering in a hostel three hundred kilometers away. By 5 PM, the house began to repopulate

That small text was a tether across the distance. A reminder that even though he was gone, the kitchen’s pulse still beat for him. Is there murukku

“Amma,” Kavya mumbled. “Do you think I can dye my hair red?”

Suresh chuckled. Thatha snored softly in his chair.