On the rooftop above, a grandmother hangs a wet sari—neon pink, drying for a nephew’s wedding. She calls down to no one: “The halwai (sweet-maker) forgot the elaichi (cardamom) in the gulab jamun last week. I will go myself tomorrow.”
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On the rooftop above, a grandmother hangs a wet sari—neon pink, drying for a nephew’s wedding. She calls down to no one: “The halwai (sweet-maker) forgot the elaichi (cardamom) in the gulab jamun last week. I will go myself tomorrow.”
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