The Way of the World by Ayan Mondal
In Mumbai, a child bakes cakes to help earn money while her father protests against the authorities who destroyed his shop. Image generated with OpenAI "Ameena, get the cakes. It's seven already!" " Ji, Ammi ." All yawny, Ameena dragged herself towards the basket in the corner. She opened the lid and stared at the contents curiously. Cakes, arranged in neat stacks, that had blossomed overnight under her watchful eye. Small, uniform cracks of golden brown in the middle. She poked one lightly, felt the soft spring of butter and flour, and smiled. With practiced care, she stacked them within a large container. Ameena's butter and vanilla flavoured cakes were very popular among the children of St. Judy's school, selling out by noon. Ameena revelled in watching little kids lick their butter-smeared fingers clean. She had begun this enterprise to bring joy to people. Joy, which she felt in baking the cakes. Joy, which she had felt the first...