By 6:15 AM, the house is a choreographed chaos. Anuj, 14, is hunting for his left shoe while scrolling his phone. Their elder daughter, Priya, 22, a recent engineering graduate, is in front of the small temple shelf in the hallway, lighting a diya. Her fingers trace a quick om in the air before she joins the queue for the single bathroom. “Five minutes, Amma!” she calls out, though everyone knows it will be fifteen.