Neeta sneaks a half-hour nap before the maid arrives. But her peace is broken by the doorbell. It’s the dabbawala (lunch delivery man) with a tiffin from her mother who lives across the city. The note attached says: “I made your favorite bhindi (okra). Eat well.” Neeta cries a little. She is 42, but to her mother, she is still a child who needs to be fed.