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“No one is late for their own life,” Meera replied, turning a roti on the flame until it puffed up like a perfect, golden cloud.

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Rohan kissed his mother’s forehead, ignoring the jab. He was the family’s chaos agent, an architect who dreamed of buildings but spent his days designing parking lots. He tossed a bright pink box to Kavya. “For you. Jalebi . Don’t tell your father.” “No one is late for their own life,”

Vikram put his arm around Priya. Rohan stole a piece of roti from Kavya’s plate. And for a moment, the chaos of Indian life—the noise, the heat, the constant negotiation between tradition and tomorrow—felt less like a burden and more like a prayer. He was the family’s chaos agent, an architect

Kavya looked up from her plate. “Dadi?”

“Tell us the story of how you scared off the burglar with the rolling pin.”