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For the first time that day, there was no negotiation. Just the quiet clink of two teacups and the unspoken understanding between two women running the same marathon. The afternoon would bring more chaos—tuition, tantrums, and the eternal question of “What’s for dinner?”

But for ten minutes, the Sharma household was still. And it was perfect.

But this morning, Meera was late. She’d been up late hemming her daughter’s school skirt. When she padded into the kitchen at 6:05 AM, Rajji was already there, stirring a saucepan with imperial dignity. bhabhi big bobs

“Please, Mummyji.”

At 7:30 AM, the real drama unfolded.

Rajji looked up from her newspaper. “Chai?”

“Where is my geometry box ?” Varun shouted, frantically digging into his school bag. For the first time that day, there was no negotiation

By 7:50 AM, the house exhaled. The children were bundled into the car, still chewing the last bites of their breakfast. Rohan kissed his mother’s hand, pecked Meera on the cheek, and whispered, “You’re a goddess.” Meera shoved a steel tiffin box into his laptop bag. “Don’t eat canteen samosa . Your cholesterol.”