The cursor hovered over the search bar. Outside Naina’s window, the Mumbai rain fell in thick, relentless sheets, turning the evening into a damp, grey blur. Inside, the silence was heavier. It was the kind of silence left behind after the last suitcase is zipped, after the final "khayal rakhna," after the door clicks shut not with a slam, but with a soft, terminal sigh.
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She looked around her own living room. The sofa cushions were still misshapen from Uncleji’s afternoon naps. The TV volume had been reset to 45—his preferred level of auditory assault. The kitchen spices were rearranged in a hierarchy she didn’t understand: jeera next to sugar, haldi behind red chili. The cursor hovered over the search bar
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