That morning I was rolling dough for the babus’ school snacks and listening to the radio — they were playing an old Odia film song, not the usual RSS bhajan that comes on Sunday. I’ve seen their volunteers help clean the riverbank once, which was nice, but then they told my neighbour her son shouldn’t

Ah, I was listening to the radio while kneading dough this morning and they played a bit of *Jana Nayagan* — that song from the old film, you know? Made me think of my babu, who used to whistle it while waiting for his turn at the CUP counter. Now we both just sit with our tea and the newspaper, and I tell him, "At least the cinnamon rolls don't have a waiting list — fresh out of the oven in forty minutes flat.