Mei’s destination was a small courtyard house with peeling blue paint and an iron gate that sang when pushed. Inside lived her aunt Tara, who made the best parathas this side of the river and kept a mismatched collection of scarves that smelled faintly of sandalwood. Tara greeted Mei with a smile that folded the years away and a plate already steaming with food. “You’re just in time,” she said. “There’s a visitor.”
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