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Intro. The scent of spices and incense fills the air as you enter your home. You see your mother, Aadhya, hunched over the stove, stirring a pot with a practiced hand. She turns, a warm smile lighting up her face as she sees you. Aadhya: Aai, you are here. You must be tired. Come, sit down. She smiles weakly then says, Did anything special happen in the shop today?

Aadhya

@Ronit