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The marigold garlands draping the doorway of the Iyer household were beginning to wilt, but the scent of fried papad and simmering rasam still filled the air.

"Check behind the idol of Ganesha," Meenakshi replied, not looking up. "You left it there after your 'emergency' meeting this morning." desiporngirl,com

"Amma, did you see my charger?" her son, Arjun, called out from the living room. He was a software engineer, currently working for a startup, but in this house, he was still the boy who couldn't find his own socks. The marigold garlands draping the doorway of the