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Her name is Shilpa. She is a married woman with one child — a healthy, happy, fully present child who fills the house with noise and love and the particular chaos of being alive and young. By any honest accounting, Shilpa's family is complete. But the world around her does not agree. At the dining table, there is a comment — gentle, well-meaning, entirely impossible to ignore. At the family gathering, there is an inquiry — not rude, just relentless. At the neighbour's visit,