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In a top-floor flat in Pune, on the third night of the monsoon, a family of four sits after dinner with a single lamp…
In a small flat in Pune, an aunt of mine keeps a pair of raw silk gloves folded inside a wooden box on her…
On the fourteenth of January my aunt in a village outside Thanjavur wakes before the light and sweeps the front step with a straw…
In my aunt's kitchen in Ahmedabad, the last thing that happens after lunch is the sound of a small wooden churn tapping the inside…
On the shortest day of the year, in the older neighborhoods of Kyoto and Osaka, the public bathhouses float whole yellow fruits in their…
In a small kitchen in Mysuru, an aunt of mine keeps a brass tin of triphala powder on the shelf above the stove. Every…
The first jar I remember was on a low shelf in a house in the Marrakesh medina, in a quiet room off the courtyard…
In my aunt's house in Pune, the first sound of morning was not the pressure cooker or the milkman calling from the gate. It…
By noon in Bhojpur the sun sits directly overhead and the dust on the road turns the colour of pale flour. My uncle, who…
In a small flat above a bakery in the 11th arrondissement of Paris, a woman I know keeps a shallow enamel bowl next to…
In the kitchen of a small flat in Pune, an aunt used to lay her palm flat against her stomach after lunch and say,…
In my aunt's kitchen in Pune there is a black cast iron kadai that has been in the house since before I was born.…
