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The argument begins. Vikram wants to go to the mall. His father insists on visiting the temple ( mandir ) first. "God doesn't run on a schedule, Papa," Vikram jokes. His father glares. They compromise: Temple first, then mall. 1:00 PM: At the temple, they stand in line for 45 minutes. A priest recognizes the father and gets them VIP darshan (no line) for ₹500. Nalini whispers to her son, "Don't tell your father. He hates bribing God." 4:00 PM: Lunch at a food court. The father refuses pizza. "Where is the roti?" Vikram buys him a thali from the South Indian counter. The family shares one plate of french fries. The grandmother picks out a single fry, dips it in ketchup, and puts it in her grandson's mouth. That is her love language. 9:00 PM: The teens are on Instagram. The grandparents watch a mythological serial on TV. Vikram and Nalini sit on the balcony, silent, scrolling phones. The only sound is the pressure cooker whistle from the neighbor's flat. Another Sunday done.

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Here’s a warm, narrative-style write-up on , capturing the rhythm, relationships, and small moments that define it. "God doesn't run on a schedule, Papa," Vikram jokes

By 2:00 PM, the heat of the day slows things down.