As she turned off the light, she heard the distant rumble of a train carrying migrants back from the city, and the call to prayer from the mosque mixing with the temple bells. India—chaotic, ancient, and unfathomable—coursed through her. She closed her eyes, one hand on her sleeping daughter’s head, and whispered a prayer not just for blessings, but for strength to keep walking the tightrope between who she was told to be and who she was becoming.