When Dadi came out of the kitchen with a plate of gulab jamun , she said, “Le, kha le. Motu banega.”

Usually, he’d just take the plate. But today, he looked at Page 4:

Rohan hated Sundays. Not because he had to go to school the next day, but because Sunday lunch meant a visit to Dadi ’s (Grandma’s) house. For two hours, he would sit on the hard wooden sofa, staring at his phone while a rapid-fire river of Hindi flowed over his head.

“Your inheritance,” his mother whispered with a wink.

“My boy,” she whispered in Hindi. “You spoke.”

“What’s this?” Rohan asked.

“Khaana bahut swaadisht hai, Dadi.” English: “The food is very delicious, Grandma.”