Morning arrived wrapped in sunlight and laughter.
The house woke up early, long before the sun had fully risen, because no one slept properly the night after the Sangeet. The air still hummed with leftover music, aching feet, and memories that refused to settle. By the time the first rays of sunlight spilled into the courtyard, the place was already alive with voices, bangles clinking, and the unmistakable scent of turmeric mixed with sandalwood.




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