For almost three years now, my younger son has been using the same blanket his elder brother used as a baby. It’s this soft, faded thing, full of memories and frayed edges. I’ve wrapped both my boys in it through sniffles, fever nights, power cuts, and cozy naps. But lately, I’ve noticed my younger one tossing and turning more than usual, trying to keep himself covered. The blanket has simply become too small for him. His feet stick out, or his chest ends up uncovered, and with Mumbai’s unpredictable nights—even a small breeze can feel chilly. Plus, he’s turning three
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