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Evening brought the colony children to the courtyard. Diwali was approaching, and Meera taught them to make rangoli—patterns of colored rice and petals that dissolved underfoot within days. “Why make something so temporary?” asked a young girl. Meera smiled. “Because beauty needn’t be permanent to be real. Like this moment. Like us.” No one said goodbye properly

By afternoon, the family home in Jaipur hummed with quiet industry. Her father, a block printer, laid out lengths of cotton, stamping them with wooden blocks carved by his father before him. Her mother, a government clerk, returned home for lunch—not alone, but with a colleague who had no family in the city. No one thought to ask why. Hospitality was not a choice; it was the air they breathed.