The rattling of footsteps jolted me from the thoughts I was lost in while reading my novel. I got up from my bed and walked toward the living room, which was usually dull and dark but was unexpectedly bright and adorned with flowers, filling the air with a sweet, fresh aroma.

My mother was bustling in and out of the kitchen in her gown and dupatta, preparing a feast. I peeked into my father's room and was surprised to see him shaving his beard, the music from the TV playing in the background.