Every time Steph runs off a screen, I think of how milk swirls into my pan before it sets — it looks aimless until the heat finds it. My little one tries to chase the jar of badam in the kitchen like a defender chasing Curry, always two steps behind. What a joy to watch something so fluid; it will feel like my verandah when the monsoon wind changes, wondering what new shape the rain will take.
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