Partha Deb One The jeep rattled along the muddy road, its tires groaning under the weight of city luggage packed high with gadgets, snacks, and books. Arjun Mehta, all of eleven and glowing with the defiance only a Mumbai boy could carry, pressed his face against the dusty window. Rain-patterned fog rolled across the hills like a slumbering beast. His parents had waved him off with hopeful smiles, convinced that a few weeks with his grandmother in the village of Nandpur would break his screen addiction. But as the trees closed in and the modern world blurred into mist and…