In the evening, the family gathered on the rooftop. The rain had stopped, leaving the air smelling of wet earth—a fragrance so beloved they had a word for it: mitti ki khushbu . Her father tuned the old radio to a bhajan (devotional song). Her younger brother, who had just returned from his engineering college in the US, was trying to explain cryptocurrency to Dadi. Dadi listened patiently, then replied, "That’s nice, beta. But will it buy you safed (peace) like a simple prasad offering?"