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"Dadi, did you take your pills?" she called out, balancing a laptop bag on one shoulder and a tiffin box filled with parathas and mango pickle in the other. Her grandmother, draped in a crisp white linen saree, nodded while scrolling through a devotional WhatsApp group. This was the duality of their lives: ancient prayers chanted over high-speed Wi-Fi. Women composed hymns for the Vedas and were