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Aarav sat across from his grandmother, Meera. At eighty, her posture was still impeccable, her silk sari draped with the precision of a bygone era. She tapped her arthritic fingers on the white tablecloth.

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A cooling variation of hollow puris loaded with sweetened yogurt. Aarav sat across from his grandmother, Meera