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By 1 PM, the house feels empty. The men are at work, the kids are at school. This is my mother’s kingdom. She sits on the kitchen floor, sorting through fresh coriander and peas, while watching her saas-bahu serial on a small tablet. The "quiet" of dawn shatters the moment the

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Sometimes, yes. But in a world that is getting lonelier by the day, I sleep soundly knowing there is a heartbeat in every room. The noise is not noise. It is the sound of belonging.

I am sitting here with my third cup of ginger tea, listening to the symphony of our daily life. And honestly? It’s the only soundtrack I ever want to hear.