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In the modern Indian corporate world, family follows you to the cabin. At 11:00 AM, the phone rings. It is Mother. "Did you eat the paratha ? I saw on the news that the air conditioner in your office building is leaking. Wear a sweater." You are 35 years old. You wear the sweater.