"I needed to," Mira answered, then realized she had no proper explanation. City life had taught her how to talk without speaking the truth; the village required something simpler, more honest. "Do you have time, Uncle?"

"Uncle Shom?" Jide whispered.

The children rushed to the door, and there he stood, tall and lanky, with a wide-brimmed hat in one hand and a large, leather-bound suitcase in the other. His eyes twinkled with adventure, and a hint of a smile played on his lips.

: The story shifts when Sunita accidentally witnesses intimate moments and later faces physical tension while assisting Uncle Shom with basic care.

"Uncle... I heard a noise," Jide stammered.