“The therapy room smells like sanitizer and the faint sweetness of the mango he ate during snack time. The walls are painted pale yellow — some consultant told the centre director that yellow was "calming" for autistic children, which Sush thinks is bullshit, but she's not the one making decisions. The fluorescent lights hum overhead. Aarav's mother watches from the observation window, her dupatta clutched in both hands.”