Arvind, at his government office, eats alone at his desk. He misses the noise. He calls home. “Did the electrician fix the fan?” “No,” Savita says. “He will come tomorrow.” Tomorrow is the most flexible word in the Indian vocabulary. The magic happens at 7 PM. The family reassembles like scattered magnets. The scooter is back. The school bags are dumped in the living room. The TV is on—either a cricket rerun or a reality show where housewives throw water at each other.
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“No! I have history class!” Rohan yells back. Arvind, at his government office, eats alone at his desk