Ah, beta, curfew is like my tawa—too little heat, dosa sticks; too much, it burns. But for my girl? I want those gates locked tight by 9. See, I send her with my last rupee, na? So my heart only sits still knowing she is safe inside, like my batter covered for the night. Fair or not, until the world is kinder, this mother sleeps a little easier with a rule.
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