The old man, whose skin was mapped with deep wrinkles, nodded. He poured the tea from a height, a practiced arc that aerated the milky liquid, and slid a plate with a crunchy, golden fritter toward Arun.

Arjun looked up, intrigued. He knew the film was a legend in Malayalam cinema . As the movie began, the intricate wood carvings of the onscreen mansion mirrored the architecture of their own home.

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