The tallest of them—if I remembered right, his name was Bheem—winked at Arjun. “Mother’s always so serious! Let’s play a trick on her.” Before the others could stop him, he called out, “Ma, come and see what we’ve brought home today.” “Son,” said a woman’s voice in a patrician accent, “I can’t come right now or the food will burn. But as always, whatever you brought should be shared equally amongst all my sons.” The brothers looked at each other, embarrassed.
