Sumit had gradually accepted the strange comfort of being carried around by Amma Lakshmi — his towering 55-year-old maid whose strength defied both her age and society’s ideas of womanhood. But one morning, a seemingly harmless moment changed everything.It was a breezy Sunday morning. Sumit was struggling to tie up a fluttering clothesline on the balcony. He stood on his toes, stretching, the knot slipping every time.Lakshmi emerged from the kitchen and smirked. “Aap toh jump bhi kar lo, phir bhi woh dori milne wali nahi.”She stepped behind him, gripped his waist, and lifted him straight up like a pole,