We were a family of four, a small world of our own. Every Sunday night was our little ritual - dessert night . The world outside was wrapped in darkness, but we had our Bajaj Chetak , our tiny chariot under the warm yellow streetlights. The air would be cool, slipping through my hair, combing it the way Amma used to. The streets were alive - laughter, chatter, and the clinking of spoons. We always stopped at the same stall, the one bathed in that golden light. I can still se