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The most violent hour of the day. Kavya refuses to learn the multiplication tables. Aryan has drawn a dinosaur in his Hindi notebook instead of writing the alphabet. Dad walks in the door from work, takes one look at the chaos, and silently walks back out to "check the mail." There is no mail. There is only survival. Not a postcard of Taj Mahal