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She bought a bundle of fresh coriander and a paper cone of samosas from a boy no older than fifteen. “Your didi (elder sister) passed her exams?” she asked. He grinned, revealing a paan-stained gap. “First class, Kavya-ji. We’re having puri tonight to celebrate.” This was the real India—where your success was your neighbor’s celebration, and your failure, their silent worry.

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Her mother, Meera, was already awake. The sound of her grinding spices—coriander, cumin, cloves—against a heavy granite sil-batta (mortar and pestle) was the house’s heartbeat. “Beta, the sabzi (vegetables) from the vendor will be here soon. Don’t forget the hing (asafoetida),” she called out, not looking up from her task. In a joint family, chores were a silent conversation, a passing of generational batons. She bought a bundle of fresh coriander and