Chapter 1: The Foundation and Its Fractures The sun had barely risen, painting the village in hues of amber and gold. The air, filled with the earthy scent of morning dew, carried with it the whispers of generations past. Tejaswini's house stood humbly amidst the maze of narrow lanes, an emblem of the village's deep-rooted traditions. The walls, weathered with time, held stories of family gatherings, celebrations, and countless memories. Tejaswini’s grandfather, a man of few words but deep wisdom, often sat on the porch, reminiscing about his days in Mumbai. “Mumbai is a city of dreams, but this village...