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One night, Ravi found them in the kitchen. His mother was teaching Sofia to grind garam masala on the stone sil batta . Sofia's hands moved slowly, carefully, the way she'd learned to do with elderly patients — patient, reverent.
Sofia would hold the phone away from her ear and look at Ravi sleeping on the couch, his dark hair falling across his forehead, the tiny gold chain she'd given him on their fifth anniversary resting against his collarbone.
"You come to puja this Sunday," his mother said. "You haven't come in months. People are talking."
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One night, Ravi found them in the kitchen. His mother was teaching Sofia to grind garam masala on the stone sil batta . Sofia's hands moved slowly, carefully, the way she'd learned to do with elderly patients — patient, reverent.
Sofia would hold the phone away from her ear and look at Ravi sleeping on the couch, his dark hair falling across his forehead, the tiny gold chain she'd given him on their fifth anniversary resting against his collarbone.
"You come to puja this Sunday," his mother said. "You haven't come in months. People are talking."
