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At 7:00 AM, the pressure cooker whistles. Once. Twice. Three times. That is the signal for rajma —kidney beans stewing with onions, tomatoes, and a spice blend that Meena’s mother sends from Delhi every three months in a plastic jar labeled “NESTLE MILK POWDER.” The whistle cuts through the morning chaos like a train horn. It is the sound of belonging. : Multiple generations live under one roof, sharing

"Hmph," Mr. Sharma grunted, eyes scanning the political headlines. "Gold prices are up again. Good thing we bought for your sister’s wedding last year. Speaking of which, did you call Didi?"