For a few hours, the house rests. Nani watches her daily soap operas, arguing with the television screen about the impracticality of the heroine’s silk sarees. My mother finishes the lingering chores, finally sitting down with her own chai and a phone screen full of WhatsApp family groups forwarding good morning images of flowers and ancient Sanskrit quotes.
For a few hours, the house rests. Nani watches her daily soap operas, arguing with the television screen about the impracticality of the heroine’s silk sarees. My mother finishes the lingering chores, finally sitting down with her own chai and a phone screen full of WhatsApp family groups forwarding good morning images of flowers and ancient Sanskrit quotes.
