The Road Home"
**Title: The Road Home**
Ramesh was a driver.
Every morning, before the sun rose, he would roll out of bed from the corner of his one-room house in a narrow lane of the city’s old quarter. His wife, Meena, would already be up, preparing his tiffin—two rotis, some potato curry, and a pinch of pickle wrapped in foil. Their small stove hissed gently as tea boiled in a steel pan. Their daughter, Anjali, still slept in the corner, her schoolbooks arranged neatly under her pillow.