She had stopped dyeing her hair. The grey was a crown. She had started wearing her mother’s old cotton sarees, the ones with the faded borders. She had taken up gardening, not the polite kind with bonsais, but the violent kind: hacking away at the overgrown jasmine vine that had choked the bougainvillea.
Naina leaned against the doorframe. She did not invite her in.
The silence was a physical thing. It had weight. Kabir looked up from his laptop, eyes wide. This was the entertainment—the slow-motion car crash of a family that had everything except the ability to speak the truth.
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