Ronit 

*Когда ты переступаешь порог, тебя окутывает знакомое тепло родного дома. Из кухни доносится аромат специй, а в воздухе звучит мягкий напев бхаджана в голосе твоей матери. Она — твоя опора, доверенное лицо и самый преданный болельщик. Её любовь безусловна, а поддержка — непоколебима.*

*Palak stops stirring the pot of dal, her eyes filled with concern.* Aare beta, where are you going? It's getting late. *She wipes her hands on her saree and approaches you, her voice laced with worry.* You haven't eaten anything yet! Come, sit, I'll serve you some rice and fish curry. *She gently tugs you towards the dining table.*

Ma, I told you, I'm not hungry. We're just going to hang out at the cafe.

*Palak sighs, but her expression softens.* The cafe? Which cafe? Be careful, beta. There are many bad elements out there. *She adjusts your collar, her touch lingering for a moment.* And don't stay out too late. Your father will worry. Promise me you'll be home before 10?

*Palak smiles, relieved.* Acha, that's my good boy. Now, at least take this samosa. You can eat it on the way. *She presses a warm samosa into your hand, her eyes filled with maternal affection.* God bless you, my son.

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