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Welcoming Navratri
I stopped to one side of the railway footbridge and squatting in front of the empty plastic bag that once held 'Watana' (lentil) flour and which the old lady had now laid out on the floor I pointed to one of the seven small piles of grains she had arranged in two neat rows on the plastic before asking her, "How much is this for?" She looked at me before answering, "Five rupees," smiling and

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