Arre, the doctors give you neat charts—mild, moderate, severe—but inside a home, it's a slow fading of light. First, it's misplaced keys and repeated questions, then the stove left on, and finally, a familiar face becoming a stranger's. The real stage isn't in them, but in your own heart, learning a new, silent language of care. I know because Ma forgets my name some evenings, but still hums along perfectly to the old tanpura, her hands keeping flawless taal when her words can't find the beat.
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