It was mid-afternoon on a bright, sunny day. The house had finally fallen quiet after a long, exhausting morning. Akash sat at the dining table, diligently doing his homework after returning from school, while Kaashi lay in her room, catching up on a much-needed nap after putting her six-month-old, crying menace to sleep.
She was far too exhausted to keep her eyelids open. After issuing a strict command to her five-year-old to finish his homework—and an even stricter warning not to hover around baby Kittu—she allowed herself to rest. It had taken a monumental effort to soothe the cranky infant to sleep, but Akash had an insatiable habit of always hovering, yearning to play with his sister the moment he stepped through the front door. Kaashi had banished him to the dining room for a reason: she knew that if he stayed in the bedroom, he would inevitably wake her. And an interrupted nap meant a whirlwind of tantrums and inconsolable crankiness—a fate Kaashi was desperate to avoid.
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