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Ravi, a software lead, was already hunched over his laptop with a mug of filter coffee, trying to clear emails before the "real" day started. His wife, Meera, moved like a whirlwind between the kitchen and the kids' rooms. She wasn't just cooking; she was managing a logistics hub.

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The smell of tempering mustard seeds and curry leaves was the unofficial alarm clock in the Iyer household. By 6:30 AM, the rhythmic clink-clink of a metal spoon against a tea vessel signaled that the day had begun. Ravi, a software lead, was already hunched over