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Meera’s jaw tightened. “I’ll add less next time, Ma.”

“And the tailor called. The blouse fitting is tomorrow. You’ll come with me? Or is your phone more important?” Savitri’s eyes flicked to Meera’s mobile, where a WhatsApp group for “Young Homemakers of Andheri East” was buzzing with memes and recipes. -Xprime4u.Pro-.Slim.Bhabhi.2024.720p.HEVC.WeB-D...

She heard Rohan’s soft snore from the bedroom. She heard the ceiling fan’s uneven click. And she heard, faintly, the neighbor’s baby cry—another woman beginning her night shift. Meera’s jaw tightened

Meera didn’t argue. She had learned, after a decade, that argument was a luxury for women with separate kitchens. Instead, she chopped onions finer than her feelings, and added green chilies for her own quiet rebellion. You’ll come with me

At 11:30 PM, the house was finally still. The geyser had been forgotten. The volcano would be fixed with flour paste in the morning. Meera sat on the kitchen floor, the last one awake, massaging oil into her hair—a ritual her own mother had taught her. Take care of yourself , her mother had said, because no one else will.

“Kavya! Aarav! Utho beta !” she called out, her voice a practiced blend of tenderness and threat. From the bedroom, no response. Only the muffled sounds of a YouTube video playing under a blanket.

She also cleaned the smudge of last night’s chai from the marble floor, paid the milk bill via a UPI app her mother-in-law still called “that magic phone thing,” and reminded herself to buy harad (myrobalan) for her father-in-law’s digestion. No one thanked her. No one noticed. This was the family’s oxygen—invisible, essential, and taken for granted.