(Stops churning, wipes her hands) The only place you’re taking me is to the market to carry twenty kilos of flour.

A city-returned youth with "modern" ideas and a knack for getting into trouble.

(Freezes) Mami! I’m just... checking the signal strength. You know, for my online studies.

Setting: A dusty courtyard in a village. Mami is vigorously churning buttermilk. Bhanja sneaks toward the gate, holding a flashy smartphone.