The Things we never Became By Prachi Gurjar PART IITHE HOUSE THAT RAISED HERCHAPTER 6REPORT CARDSThe morning after the conversation about the empty chair, Anaya woke up early, before her alarm, which had not happened in weeks. She lay in bed for a while listening to the house wake up around her, the particular sequence of sounds that had not changed in her entire life. Her mother's slippers on the kitchen floor. The gas stove clicking twice before it caught. The radio her father liked to keep on low volume while he shaved, tuned permanently to a station that played old Hindi film