A narrow, dimly lit lane in old Lucknow. The smell of wet earth and fresh milk hangs in the air.
But this is not a normal delivery route.
The episode opens with , a stout, smiling milkman in his 40s, balancing two large steel cans of buffalo milk on his ancient bicycle. The bell on his handlebar makes a soft "kring-kring" as he pedals through the sleeping mohalla.
Makkhan wipes sweat from his forehead, then points to the empty cans.