On the last morning of 2025, as winter fog still hangs over the industrial estate, Jagan Nath lifts the shutter of his small factory. Inside are familiar smells of oil, iron and sweat, an office with computers, and display boards. At home, his wife Rajni has already put the kettle on. Between packing tiffins, checking her children’s school messages and tending to ageing parents, she listens to the news playing softly in the background. Words like economy, technology, AI and future float into the room. They sound big. Distant. Yet somehow personal. Meanwhile, 85-year-old grandpa is discussing politics with his friend on mobile, as his toothless wife counts tablets and capsules neatly lined up. Daughter and son, Radhika and Navin are discussing party ideas on the dining table.
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