I helped Maa ji clear the table. “Maa ji,” I began, my curiosity getting the better of me, “Aapko abhi bhi dudh kaise aata hai? Aap toh...” Maa ji chuckled, a gentle, knowing sound.

“Beta, jab pati ko pasand ho, toh biwi ka dudh kabhi nahi sukhta. Tumhare papa ji ko mera dudh bahut pasand hai. Har subah peete hain. Unko taakat milti hai.” She paused, then looked at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.